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1 He felt no stage fright but the thought of the part he had to play humiliated him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
2 Only the morning pained him with its dim memory of dark orgiastic riot, its keen and humiliating sense of transgression.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
3 A wasting breath of humiliation blew bleakly over his soul to think of how he had fallen, to feel that those souls were dearer to God than his.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 3
4 Her eyes seemed to regard him with mild pity; her holiness, a strange light glowing faintly upon her frail flesh, did not humiliate the sinner who approached her.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 3
5 It humiliated and shamed him to think that he would never be freed from it wholly, however holily he might live or whatever virtues or perfections he might attain.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
6 The attitude of rapture in sacred art, the raised and parted hands, the parted lips and eyes as of one about to swoon, became for him an image of the soul in prayer, humiliated and faint before her Creator.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
7 A sense of her innocence moved him almost to pity her, an innocence he had never understood till he had come to the knowledge of it through sin, an innocence which she too had not understood while she was innocent or before the strange humiliation of her nature had first come upon her.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
8 It was wrong; it was unfair and cruel; and, as he sat in the refectory, he suffered time after time in memory the same humiliation until he began to wonder whether it might not really be that there was something in his face which made him look like a schemer and he wished he had a little mirror to see.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1