Dubliners

by James Joyce

But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.

That night the city wore the mask of a capital.

She arranged in her mind all she was going to do and thought how much better it was to be independent and to have your own money in your pocket.

He gnawed the rectitude of his life; he felt that he had been outcast from life’s feast.

“The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you.”