"People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus."
"Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools."
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Source: James Joyce (2005). “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”, p.200, Collector's Library
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