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

Written by: James Joyce


He frowned angrily upon his thought and on the shrivelled mannikin who
had called it forth. His father's jibes at the Bantry gang leaped out
of his memory. He held them at a distance and brooded uneasily on his
own thought again. Why were they not Cranly's hands? Had Davin's
simplicity and innocence stung him more secretly?


He walked on across the hall with Dixon, leaving Cranly to take leave
elaborately of the dwarf.

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