1 The end: black, cold, void waste.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 He was in a black sweater and had a hurley stick.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 3 All the fellows would be at the mass, dressed in black, all with sad faces.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 4 Father Arnall's face looked very black, but he was not in a wax: he was laughing.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 5 Sleek slimy coats, little little feet tucked up to jump, black slimy eyes to look out of.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 6 Emerald and black and russet and olive, it moved beneath the current, swaying and turning.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 7 In a dark corner of the chapel at the gospel side of the altar a stout old lady knelt amid her copious black skirts.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 8 The rector would be there in a cope of black and gold and there would be tall yellow candles on the altar and round the catafalque.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 9 He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash and long black stockings, and knew that he had yielded to them a thousand times.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 10 Uncle Charles smoked such black twist that at last his nephew suggested to him to enjoy his morning smoke in a little outhouse at the end of the garden.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 11 The spell of arms and voices: the white arms of roads, their promise of close embraces and the black arms of tall ships that stand against the moon, their tale of distant nations.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 12 When she stood up a pink-dressed figure, wearing a curly golden wig and an old-fashioned straw sunbonnet, with black pencilled eyebrows and cheeks delicately rouged and powdered, was discovered.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 13 A lean student with olive skin and lank black hair thrust his face between the two, glancing from one to the other at each phrase and seeming to try to catch each flying phrase in his open moist mouth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 14 While his forehead was being wrinkled and his jaws painted black and blue by the elderly man, he listened distractedly to the voice of the plump young jesuit which bade him speak up and make his points clearly.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 15 That was why the prefect of studies had called him a schemer and pandied him for nothing: and, straining his weak eyes, tired with the tears, he watched big Corrigan's broad shoulders and big hanging black head passing in the file.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 16 The gross name had passed over it like foul water poured over an old stone image, patient of injuries; and, as he watched him, he saw him raise his hat in salute and uncover the black hair that stood stiffly from his forehead like an iron crown.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5