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To Beck wherever you are

There was cold sunlight outside the window. He wondered if he would die. You could die just the same on a sunny day.

James Joyce — A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man » Chapter 1

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A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man

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Every part of his day, divided by what he regarded now as the duties of his station in life, circled about its own centre of spiritual energy. His life seemed to have drawn near to eternity; every thought, word, and deed, every instance of consciousness could be made to revibrate radiantly in heaven; and at times his sense of such immediate repercussion was so lively that he seemed to feel his soul in devotion pressing like fingers the keyboard of a great cash register and to see the amount of his purchase start forth immediately in heaven, not as a number but as a frail column of incense or as a slender flower.