”(…) Twilight p…

(…) Twilight phantoms are they, yet molded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a supple tendonious neck,the meak apprehensive skull. They fade sad phantoms. – All is gone. /…/ And on the highway of the clouds they come, muttering thunder of rebellion, the ghosts of the beasts.(…)

Fragments from “Ulysses” by James Joyce

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