1 He pointed to the portrait of his grandfather on the wall to his right.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 Thus I was left at last with a slim packet of letters and the girl's portrait.
3 I concluded I would go and give her back her portrait and those letters myself.
4 Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.
5 "Oh, I am tired of sitting, and I don't want a life-sized portrait of myself," answered the lad, swinging round on the music-stool in a wilful, petulant manner.
6 It is the finest portrait of modern times.
7 I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me.
8 Yes; he would try to be to Dorian Gray what, without knowing it, the lad was to the painter who had fashioned the wonderful portrait.
9 Your portrait of him has quickened his appreciation of the personal appearance of other people.
10 As he was turning the handle of the door, his eye fell upon the portrait Basil Hallward had painted of him.
11 But the strange expression that he had noticed in the face of the portrait seemed to linger there, to be more intensified even.
12 He got up from his chair and drew a large screen right in front of the portrait, shuddering as he glanced at it.
13 Suddenly his eye fell on the screen that he had placed in front of the portrait, and he started.
14 He knew that when he was alone he would have to examine the portrait.
15 As he often remembered afterwards, and always with no small wonder, he found himself at first gazing at the portrait with a feeling of almost scientific interest.