“A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed into the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Her long slender bare legs were delicate as a crane’s and pure save where an emerald trail of seaweed had fashioned itself as a sign upon the flesh. Her thighs, fuller and soft-hued as ivory, were bared almost to the hips, where the white fringes of her drawers were like feathering of soft white down. Her slate-blue skirts were kilted boldly about her waist and dovetailed behind her. Her bosom was as a bird’s, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove. But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.”
― James Joyce, “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”
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Reblogged this on lampmagician.
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LOL – no coincidences. Getting ready to start Ulysses 😉
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Sounds great. ☺ I sense a series of posts coming up.
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No coincidences, indeed. I’ve begun again to hear the messages birds come bearing as I get ready to make the biggest decision of my life.
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I hope you make the right one. My best wishes!
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Love that it is beautiful, both words and art.
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Thank you, dear!
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