1 To bear even the sting of an insect for all eternity would be a dreadful torment.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 This evening we shall consider for a few moments the nature of the spiritual torments of hell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 The torment of fire is the greatest torment to which the tyrant has ever subjected his fellow creatures.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 4 Now of all these spiritual pains by far the greatest is the pain of loss, so great, in fact, that in itself it is a torment greater than all the others.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 We endeavoured, that is, to imagine with the senses of the mind, in our imagination, the material character of that awful place and of the physical torments which all who are in hell endure.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 6 In hell, on the contrary, one torment, instead of counteracting another, lends it still greater force: and, moreover, as the internal faculties are more perfect than the external senses, so are they more capable of suffering.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 While he was still repeating the CONFITEOR amid the indulgent laughter of his hearers and while the scenes of that malignant episode were still passing sharply and swiftly before his mind he wondered why he bore no malice now to those who had tormented him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 8 This, then, to be separated for ever from its greatest good, from God, and to feel the anguish of that separation, knowing full well that it is unchangeable: this is the greatest torment which the created soul is capable of bearing, POENA DAMNI, the pain of loss.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 9 But in hell the torments cannot be overcome by habit, for while they are of terrible intensity they are at the same time of continual variety, each pain, so to speak, taking fire from another and re-endowing that which has enkindled it with a still fiercer flame.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 In this life we have not a very clear idea of what such a loss must be, but the damned in hell, for their greater torment, have a full understanding of that which they have lost, and understand that they have lost it through their own sins and have lost it for ever.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 Just as every sense is afflicted with a fitting torment, so is every spiritual faculty; the fancy with horrible images, the sensitive faculty with alternate longing and rage, the mind and understanding with an interior darkness more terrible even than the exterior darkness which reigns in that dreadful prison.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 12 And through the several torments of the senses the immortal soul is tortured eternally in its very essence amid the leagues upon leagues of glowing fires kindled in the abyss by the offended majesty of the Omnipotent God and fanned into everlasting and ever-increasing fury by the breath of the anger of the God-head.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 13 Company, elsewhere a source of comfort to the afflicted, will be there a continual torment: knowledge, so much longed for as the chief good of the intellect, will there be hated worse than ignorance: light, so much coveted by all creatures from the lord of creation down to the humblest plant in the forest, will be loathed intensely.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 14 He founded it upon the rock of ages, and endowed it with His grace, with sacraments and sacrifice, and promised that if men would obey the word of His church they would still enter into eternal life; but if, after all that had been done for them, they still persisted in their wickedness, there remained for them an eternity of torment: hell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3