1 Mulrennan spoke to him about universe and stars.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 2 The stars began to crumble and a cloud of fine stardust fell through space.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 At the corner of a street the shaft of a lorry shivered the window of the hansom in the shape of a star.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 4 The stars of heaven were falling upon the earth like the figs cast by the fig-tree which the wind has shaken.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 The indices appearing and disappearing were eyes opening and closing; the eyes opening and closing were stars being born and being quenched.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 And all hearts were touched and turned to her voice, shining like a young star, shining clearer as the voice intoned the proparoxytone and more faintly as the cadence died.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 7 The wind blew over him and passed on to the myriads and myriads of other souls on whom God's favour shone now more and now less, stars now brighter and now dimmer sustained and failing.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 8 It was his own soul going forth to experience, unfolding itself sin by sin, spreading abroad the bale-fire of its burning stars and folding back upon itself, fading slowly, quenching its own lights and fires.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 9 The equation on the page of his scribbler began to spread out a widening tail, eyed and starred like a peacock's; and, when the eyes and stars of its indices had been eliminated, began slowly to fold itself together again.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 The equation on the page of his scribbler began to spread out a widening tail, eyed and starred like a peacock's; and, when the eyes and stars of its indices had been eliminated, began slowly to fold itself together again.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 He heard a confused music within him as of memories and names which he was almost conscious of but could not capture even for an instant; then the music seemed to recede, to recede, to recede, and from each receding trail of nebulous music there fell always one longdrawn calling note, piercing like a star the dusk of silence.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 12 If ever his soul, re-entering her dwelling shyly after the frenzy of his body's lust had spent itself, was turned towards her whose emblem is the morning star, BRIGHT AND MUSICAL, TELLING OF HEAVEN AND INFUSING PEACE, it was when her names were murmured softly by lips whereon there still lingered foul and shameful words, the savour itself of a lewd kiss.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3