"People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus."
"Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor."
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Source: James Joyce (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of James Joyce (Illustrated)”, p.1353, Delphi Classics
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