Pesquisa e Arquivos 
15 August, 1904
My dear Nora,
It has just struck me. I came in at half past eleven.
Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool.
I could do nothing. I hear nothing but your voice.
I am like a fool hearing you call me 'Dear.'
I offended two men today by leaving them coolly.
I wanted to hear your voice, not theirs.
When I am with you I leave aside my contemptuous,
I wish I felt your head on my shoulder.
I think I will go to bed.
I have been a half-hour writing this thing.
Will you write something to me? I hope you will.
How am I to sign myself?
I won't sign anything at all,
because I don't know what to sign myself.
James Joyce To Nora Barnacle