Feest van epifanieën

“Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.”

(James Joyce: Araby.- In: Dubliners.- London/Toronto/Sydney/New York: Granada 1977, p.31)

“His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
(James Joyce: The Dead.- In: Ib. p.201)

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