The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?

It was also here where Ezra Pound brought him to the attention of English feminist and publiJames Joycer Harriet Shaw Weaver who would become Joyce's patron providing him thousands of pounds over the next 25 years and relieving him of the burden of teaching in order to focus on his writing. During this era Joyce's eyes began to give him more and more problems. Nevertheless after four years he was restless and after the war he returned to Trieste as he had originally planned.

Joyce was born to a middle class family in Dublin where he excelled as a student at the Jesuit schools Clongowes and Belvedere then at University College Dublin. Other major works are the short-story collection Dubliners (1914) and the novels A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916) and Finnegans Wake (1939). ".