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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce
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James Joyce

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

  • Enya Almanzaje citiraoprije 5 godina
    The past is consumed in the present and the present is living only because it brings forth the future.
  • Saraje citiraoprošli mjesec
    thou pale for weariness
    Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
    Wandering companionless...?
  • Saraje citiraoprošli mjesec
    thanks be to God, Johnny, said Mr Dedalus, that we lived so long and did so little harm.
    —But did so much good, Simon, said the little old man gravely. Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.
  • Saraje citiraoprošli mjesec
    Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard in it an echo of the infuriated cries within him.
  • Saraje citiraoprošli mjesec
    acting before the innumerable faces of the void
  • Saraje citiraoprošli mjesec
    gave them ear only for a time but he was happy only when he was far from them, beyond their call, alone or in the company of phantasmal comrades.
  • Saraje citiraoprošli mjesec
    While his mind had been pursuing its intangible phantoms and turning in irresolution from such pursuit he had heard about him the constant voices of his father and of his masters, urging him to be a gentleman above all things and urging him to be a good catholic above all things.
  • Saraje citiraoprošli mjesec
    While he was still repeating the CONFITEOR amid the indulgent laughter of his hearers and while the scenes of that malignant episode were still passing sharply and swiftly before his mind he wondered why he bore no malice now to those who had tormented him. He had not forgotten a whit of their cowardice and cruelty but the memory of it called forth no anger from him. All the descriptions of fierce love and hatred which he had met in books had seemed to him therefore unreal. Even that night as he stumbled homewards along Jones's Road he had felt that some power was divesting him of that sudden-woven anger as easily as a fruit is divested of its soft ripe peel.
  • NAYELI CHIRSTELL ACOSTA GARCIAje citiraoprije 8 mjeseci
    What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?
  • NAYELI CHIRSTELL ACOSTA GARCIAje citiraoprije 8 mjeseci
    fight your match
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