acheron

Moocows!
"Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells"
yummy language

So many of my favorite lines... With such a huge work, it is funny what sticks in the head. I tend to latch onto the rhythm of lines.
I'll get these wrong from memory but:

"A porter bottle stodged to the waist. Island of dreadful thirst."

"To Yoke me as his yoke fellow. our crime our common cause."
(also Proteus -- as is one of my favorite words ever: postprandial)

"Stop your moody brooding."

But then there are those canonical lines: the agonbite of inwit, siopold, and all those first lines of chapters... guh. Divine. I'm about to reread Dubliners and looking forward to it.