In haste -- posting a few lines from James Joyce's "The Encounter"
1. The sun went in behind some clouds and left us to our jaded thoughts and the crumbs of our provisions.
2. He said that my friend was a very rough boy and asked did he get whipped often at school [....] A slap on the hand or a box on the ear was not good: what he wanted was to get a nice warm whipping. I was surprised at this sentiment and involuntarily glanced up at his face. As I did so I met the gaze of a pair of bottle-green eyes peering at me [....] I turned my eyes again.
3. He described to me how he would whip such a boy as if he were unfolding some elaborate mystery [...] and his voice, as he led me monotonously through the mystery, grew almost affectionate and seemed to plead with me that I should understand him.
sigh. I can wallow in Joyce.
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