1 But still it was a strange and a great sin even to touch it.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 2 He who remembers these things, says Ecclesiastes, shall not sin for ever.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 His sin, which had covered him from the sight of God, had led him nearer to the refuge of sinners.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 He cared little that he was in mortal sin, that his life had grown to be a tissue of subterfuge and falsehood.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 5 He wanted to sin with another of his kind, to force another being to sin with him and to exult with her in sin.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 6 If ever he was impelled to cast sin from him and to repent the impulse that moved him was the wish to be her knight.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 But to drink the altar wine out of the press and be found out by the smell was a sin too: but it was not terrible and strange.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 8 He thought of it with deep awe; a terrible and strange sin: it thrilled him to think of it in the silence when the pens scraped lightly.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 9 At his first violent sin he had felt a wave of vitality pass out of him and had feared to find his body or his soul maimed by the excess.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 His pride in his own sin, his loveless awe of God, told him that his offence was too grievous to be atoned for in whole or in part by a false homage to the All-seeing and All-knowing.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 He had sinned mortally not once but many times and he knew that, while he stood in danger of eternal damnation for the first sin alone, by every succeeding sin he multiplied his guilt and his punishment.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 12 Every sin would then come forth from its lurking place, the most rebellious against the divine will and the most degrading to our poor corrupt nature, the tiniest imperfection and the most heinous atrocity.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 13 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 14 They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 15 Time was to sin and to enjoy, time was to scoff at God and at the warnings of His holy church, time was to defy His majesty, to disobey His commands, to hoodwink one's fellow men, to commit sin after sin and to hide one's corruption from the sight of men.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 16 And if, as may so happen, there be at this moment in these benches any poor soul who has had the unutterable misfortune to lose God's holy grace and to fall into grievous sin, I fervently trust and pray that this retreat may be the turning point in the life of that soul.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 17 That must have been a terrible sin, to go in there quietly at night, to open the dark press and steal the flashing gold thing into which God was put on the altar in the middle of flowers and candles at benediction while the incense went up in clouds at both sides as the fellow swung the censer and Dominic Kelly sang the first part by himself in the choir.
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