1 I fear more than that the chemical action which would be set up in my soul by a false homage to a symbol behind which are massed twenty centuries of authority and veneration.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 2 The formula which he wrote obediently on the sheet of paper, the coiling and uncoiling calculations of the professor, the spectre-like symbols of force and velocity fascinated and jaded Stephen's mind.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 3 It would lead you to believe that he had in mind symbolism or idealism, the supreme quality of beauty being a light from some other world, the idea of which the matter is but the shadow, the reality of which it is but the symbol.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 4 It would lead you to believe that he had in mind symbolism or idealism, the supreme quality of beauty being a light from some other world, the idea of which the matter is but the shadow, the reality of which it is but the symbol.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 5 The glories of Mary held his soul captive: spikenard and myrrh and frankincense, symbolizing her royal lineage, her emblems, the late-flowering plant and late-blossoming tree, symbolizing the age-long gradual growth of her cultus among men.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 A sense of fear of the unknown moved in the heart of his weariness, a fear of symbols and portents, of the hawk-like man whose name he bore soaring out of his captivity on osier-woven wings, of Thoth, the god of writers, writing with a reed upon a tablet and bearing on his narrow ibis head the cusped moon.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 7 Her nakedness yielded to him, radiant, warm, odorous and lavish-limbed, enfolded him like a shining cloud, enfolded him like water with a liquid life; and like a cloud of vapour or like waters circumfluent in space the liquid letters of speech, symbols of the element of mystery, flowed forth over his brain.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 8 He believed this all the more, and with trepidation, because of the divine gloom and silence wherein dwelt the unseen Paraclete, Whose symbols were a dove and a mighty wind, to sin against Whom was a sin beyond forgiveness, the eternal mysterious secret Being to Whom, as God, the priests offered up mass once a year, robed in the scarlet of the tongues of fire.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4