YELLOW in Classic Quotes
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Quotes from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
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Current Search - Yellow in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
1 I was out last night on a yellow drunk with Horan and Goggins.
2 A pale sunlight showed the yellow curtains drawn back, the tossed beds.
3 Then Jack Lawton's yellow boots dodged out the ball and all the other boots and legs ran after.
4 After early nightfall the yellow lamps would light up, here and there, the squalid quarter of the brothels.
5 The yellow gas-flames arose before his troubled vision against the vapoury sky, burning as if before an altar.
6 Two great yellow caravans had halted one morning before the door and men had come tramping into the house to dismantle it.
7 He peered out for an instant over the coverlet and saw the yellow curtains round and before his bed that shut him off on all sides.
8 The rector would be there in a cope of black and gold and there would be tall yellow candles on the altar and round the catafalque.
9 He gazed calmly before him at the waning sky, glad of the cool of the evening and of the faint yellow glow which hid the tiny flame kindling upon his cheek.
10 The yellow dripping had been scooped out like a boghole and the pool under it brought back to his memory the dark turf-coloured water of the bath in Clongowes.
11 The uncouth faces passed him two by two, stained yellow or red or livid by the sea, and, as he strove to look at them with ease and indifference, a faint stain of personal shame and commiseration rose to his own face.
12 He passed unchallenged among the docks and along the quays wondering at the multitude of corks that lay bobbing on the surface of the water in a thick yellow scum, at the crowds of quay porters and the rumbling carts and the ill-dressed bearded policeman.
13 It seemed to him a solemn time: and he wondered if that was the time when the fellows in Clongowes wore blue coats with brass buttons and yellow waistcoats and caps of rabbitskin and drank beer like grown-up people and kept greyhounds of their own to course the hares with.