Quotation from: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Written by: James Joyce


Consciousness of place came ebbing back to him slowly over a vast tract
of time unlit, unfelt, unlived. The squalid scene composed itself
around him; the common accents, the burning gas-jets in the shops,
odours of fish and spirits and wet sawdust, moving men and women. An
old woman was about to cross the street, an oilcan in her hand. He bent
down and asked her was there a chapel near.


--A chapel, sir? Yes, sir. Church Street chapel.

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