lay back in the sun

Thursday

HE SELLS SEA SHELLS



a soft liquid joy like the noise of many waters flowed over his memory and he felt in his heart the soft peace of silent spaces of fading tenuous sky above the waters, of oceanic silence, of swallows flying through the seadusk over the flowing waters. a soft liquid joy flowed through the words where the soft long vowels hurtled noiselessly and fell away, alpping and flowing back and ever shaking the white bells of their waves in mute chime and mute peal and soft low swooning cry; and he felt that the augury he had sought in the wheeling darting birds and in the pale space of sky above him had come forth from his heart like a bird from a turret quietly and swiftly.

- james joyce, a portrait of the artist as a young man.