1 The world, it seems, is drearier than even you, Lynch, imagined.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 2 All day he had imagined a new meeting with her for he knew that she was to come to the play.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 3 And above all it had pleased him to fill the second place in those dim scenes of his imagining.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 4 His nurse had taught him Irish and shaped his rude imagination by the broken lights of Irish myth.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 5 The esthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and reprojected from the human imagination.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 6 This supreme quality is felt by the artist when the esthetic image is first conceived in his imagination.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 7 But he imagined that he stood near Emma in a wide land and, humbly and in tears, bent and kissed the elbow of her sleeve.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 8 He tried to warm his perishing joy in their scarlet glow, imagining a roseway from where he lay upwards to heaven all strewn with scarlet flowers.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 9 The first step in the direction of beauty is to understand the frame and scope of the imagination, to comprehend the act itself of esthetic apprehension.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 10 As a boy he had imagined the reins by which horses are driven as slender silken bands and it shocked him to feel at Stradbrooke the greasy leather of harness.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 11 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 12 The wind of the last day blew through his mind, his sins, the jewel-eyed harlots of his imagination, fled before the hurricane, squeaking like mice in their terror and huddled under a mane of hair.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 13 Truth is beheld by the intellect which is appeased by the most satisfying relations of the intelligible; beauty is beheld by the imagination which is appeased by the most satisfying relations of the sensible.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 14 To him she would unveil her soul's shy nakedness, to one who was but schooled in the discharging of a formal rite rather than to him, a priest of the eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 15 A tender premonition touched him of the tryst he had then looked forward to and, in spite of the horrible reality which lay between his hope of then and now, of the holy encounter he had then imagined at which weakness and timidity and inexperience were to fall from him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 16 Then he wondered at the vagueness of his wonder, at the remoteness of his own soul from what he had hitherto imagined her sanctuary, at the frail hold which so many years of order and obedience had of him when once a definite and irrevocable act of his threatened to end for ever, in time and in eternity, his freedom.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 17 The raw morning air whetted his resolute piety; and often as he knelt among the few worshippers at the side-altar, following with his interleaved prayer-book the murmur of the priest, he glanced up for an instant towards the vested figure standing in the gloom between the two candles, which were the old and the new testaments, and imagined that he was kneeling at mass in the catacombs.
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