
“The phrase and the day and the scene harmonized in a chord. Words. Was it their colours? He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue: sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No it was not their colours: it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour? Or was it that, being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language manycoloured and richly storied than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?”
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Painting by Guillermo Marti Ceballos
Lovely.
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I read Portrait of an Artist as a teenager and loved it even though I didn’t understand half of what was going on. (I should re-read it!) The colors were a big deal in the story, especially purple.
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I love it! It’s all I’ve read of Joyce’s so far.
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Wonderful creation 👍 great work of yours deserves every applause really amazing 👍
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