He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.


The Indispensable James Joyce (ed. 1949)


He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.