The young artist’s lofty view of himself: …a priest of the eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life. From A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce (5.2.16).
A girl stood before him in midstream: alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed in the likeness of a strange and beautiful seabird. Yesterday’s Beatrice image, brought to mind many others. This one is from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James JoyceContinue reading “a girl stood before him”