1 She was a brown little creature, with skinny legs like a bird and a myriad of pigtails carefully wrapped with twine sticking stiffly out from her head.
2 It was the color of her skin, without the glow, the myriad living tints that one may sometimes discover in vibrant flesh.
3 "Oh," she sighed, pegged down on a chair arm, like a captive balloon, by a myriad of hair-thin ties into domesticity.
4 She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oakwood, humming inaudibly with myriad unfolding buds.
5 He was interested in everything, and asked me a myriad questions about the place and its surroundings.
6 There was the trampling of myriad feet and the low buzz of voices.
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 JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 8 I felt that this grey monstrous London of ours, with its myriads of people, its sordid sinners, and its splendid sins, as you once phrased it, must have something in store for me.
9 The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes.
10 I would leave him to imagine himself surrounded by myriads of invisible tormentors, ever ready to snatch from his infernal grasp his trembling prey.
11 The water in the fountain, pellucid as crystal, was alive with myriads of gold and silver fishes, twinkling and darting through it like so many living jewels.