terça-feira, 5 de julho de 2011


The snares of the world were its ways of sin. He would fall. He had not yet fallen but he would fall silently, in an instant. Not to fall was too hard, too hard: and he felt the silent lapse of his soul, as it would be at some instant to come, falling, falling but not yet fallen, still unfallen but about to fall.

James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Oxford University Press, 2000.

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