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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - Joyce, James ยท 78 words
Nor was that all. Gods justice had still to be vindicated before men. after the particular there still remained the general judgement. The last day had come. Doomsday was at hand. The stars of heaven were falling upon the earth like the figs cast by the figtree which the wind has shaken. The sun, the great luminary of the universe, had become as sackcloth of hair. The moon was bloodred. The firmament was as a scroll rolled away.
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