“Stay, jailer, stay, and hear my woe,” repeating again and again, very softly, the line at the end of each stanza, “I am not mad, I am not mad.” Except she sang it: “I yam not mad, I yam not mad.”

It is, however, apparent that Joyce made this adulterousness or pseudo-adulterousness a persistent and structurally significant element in his novel […]

Mr John Golding: One would not realise that it came from the same Government, because in that letter the Under-Secretary states: The future of BT's pension scheme is a commercial matter between BT, its workforce, and the trustees of the pensions scheme, and the Government cannot give any guarantees about future pension arrangements. Mr. Charles R. Morris: Shame.

“I'm pretty sure he did, Felix.” There was a proprietorial note in Rose's voice, to which I objected.