Portrait of the artist as a young man

“It pained him that he did not know well what politics meant and that he did not know where the universe ended. He felt small and weak.”

“We are an unfortunate priestridden race and always ¬†will be until the end of the chapter.”

Joyce, James. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Edited by Jeri Johnson. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2000. Page 13,  31.

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