A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce, pages 170-172
"His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her graveclothes. Yes! Yes! Yes! He would create proudly out of the freedom and power of his soul, as the great artificer whose name he bore, a living thing, new and soaring and beautiful, impalpable, imperishable
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i am so sad.
you guys should have just
stopped by!
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i may have had the wrong number
i'm sorry i missed you though
next time?
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