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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - Joyce, James ยท 51 words
Where was his boyhood now. Where was the soul that had hung back from her destiny, to brood alone upon the shame of her wounds and in her house of squalor and subterfuge to queen it in faded cerements and in wreaths that withered at the touch. Or where was he.
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