O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.
James JoyceThe studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.
James JoyceO cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.
James JoyceThe studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.
James Joyce