The laws and statues of a nation
Are an inherited disease,
From generation unto generation
And place to place they drag on by degree.
Wisdom becomes nonsense; kindness, oppression:
To be a grandson is a curse.And it reminded me of Stephen Dedalus' words in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man:
When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.And also the recurring idea of Stephen's in Ulysses that "History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."