A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
James JoyceÖne Çıkan A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Gönderileri
Öne Çıkan A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man kitaplarını, öne çıkan A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man sözleri ve alıntılarını, öne çıkan A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man yazarlarını, öne çıkan A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man yorumları ve incelemelerini 1000Kitap'ta bulabilirsiniz.
Words which he did not understand he said over and over to himself till he had learnt them by heart: and through them he had glimpses of the real world about them. The hour when he too would take part in the life of that world seemed drawing near and in secret he began to make ready for the great part which he felt awaited him the nature of which he only dimly apprehended.
This fire before us, said the dean, will be pleasing to the eye. Will it therefore be beautiful?
The spell of arms and voices: the white arms of roads, their promise of close embraces and the black arms of tall ships that stand against the moon, their tale of distant nations. They are held out to say: We are alone—come. And the voices say with them: We are your kinsmen. And the air is thick with their company as they call to me, their kinsman, making ready to go, shaking the wings of their exultant and terrible youth.
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
Every rat had two eyes to look out of. Sleek slimy coats, little little feet tucked up to jump, black slimy eyes to look out of. They could understand how to jump. But the minds of rats could not understand trigonometry. When they were dead they lay on their sides. Their coats dried then. They were only dead things.