September 12th, 2002


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

Wow! Another amazing writer that I finally got around to reading. Ah, the memories of growing up Catholic all came rushing back. Hooray for guilt.

I was very impressed with this book, and am gearing up for Ulysses. I am reading a couple of books in between to cleanse the mental palate. Two quotes really struck me while reading.

p 96
"He had known neither the pleasure of companionship with others nor the vigour of rude male health nor filial piety. Nothing stirred within his soul but a cold and cruel and loveless lust. His childhood was dead or lost and with it his soul capable of simple joys, and he was drifting amid life like the barren shell of the moon."

p 101
" With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour."