1 There was a skull on the desk and a strange solemn smell in the room like the old leather of chairs.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 2 His heart was beating fast on account of the solemn place he was in and the silence of the room: and he looked at the skull and at the rector's kind-looking face.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 3 The rector held his hand across the side of the desk where the skull was and Stephen, placing his hand in it for a moment, felt a cool moist palm.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 4 A skull appeared suspended in the gloom of the doorway.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 2 5 His brain was simmering and bubbling within the cracking tenement of the skull.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 6 The priest's face was in total shadow, but the waning daylight from behind him touched the deeply grooved temples and the curves of the skull.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 4 7 Stephen looked coldly on the oblong skull beneath him overgrown with tangled twine-coloured hair.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 8 The oblong skull beneath did not turn to meet this shaft of thought and yet the shaft came back to its bowstring; for he saw in a moment the student's whey-pale face.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 9 The long slender flattened skull beneath the long pointed cap brought before Stephen's mind the image of a hooded reptile.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 10 The wounds of the face was superficial; the real injury was a depressed fracture of the skull, extending right up through the motor area.
11 Great big fat ones with steel and sapphire on their wings; and big moths, in the night, with skull and cross-bones on their backs.
12 The man stared fixedly at the polished skull which directed the affairs of Crosbie & Alleyne, gauging its fragility.
13 The moon hung low in the sky like a yellow skull.
14 She picked up a large split-oak basket and started down the back stairs, each step jouncing her head until her spine seemed to be trying to crash through the top of her skull.
15 And ever so often one Indian would go back to her and sink his tommyhawk into her skull again.