A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (Penguin Classics) by James Joyce

By James Joyce

James Joyce's coming-of-age tale, a journey de strength of favor and technique

The first, shortest, and such a lot approachable of James Joyce’s novels, A Portrait of the Artist as a tender Man portrays the Dublin upbringing of Stephen Dedalus, from his younger days at Clongowes wooden collage to his radical wondering of all conference. In doing so, it presents an indirect self-portrait of the younger Joyce himself. At its middle lie questions of foundation and resource, authority and authorship, and the connection of an artist to his family members, tradition, and race. Exuberantly artistic common, the unconventional subtly and wonderfully orchestrates the styles of citation and repetition instrumental in its hero’s quest to create his personal personality, his personal language, existence, and paintings: “to forge within the smithy of my soul the uncreated judgment of right and wrong of my race.”
 
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And the air in the corridor chilled him too. It was queer and wettish. But soon the gas would be lit and in burning it made a light noise like a little song. Always the same: and when the fellows stopped talking in the playroom you could hear it. It was the hour for sums. Father Arnall wrote a hard sum on the board and then said: —Now then, who will win? Go ahead, York! Go ahead, Lancaster! Stephen tried his best, but the sum was too hard and he felt confused. The little silk badge with the white rose on it that was pinned on the breast of his jacket began to flutter.

Wells said: —O, I say, here's a fellow says he doesn't kiss his mother before he goes to bed. They all laughed again. Stephen tried to laugh with them. He felt his whole body hot and confused in a moment. What was the right answer to the question? He had given two and still Wells laughed. But Wells must know the right answer for he was in third of grammar. He tried to think of Wells's mother but he did not dare to raise his eyes to Wells's face. He did not like Wells's face. It was Wells who had shouldered him into the square ditch the day before because he would not swop his little snuff box for Wells's seasoned hacking chestnut, the conqueror of forty.

Please come and take me home. I am in the infirmary. Your fond son, Stephen How far away they were! There was cold sunlight outside the window. He wondered if he would die. You could die just the same on a sunny day. He might die before his mother came. Then he would have a dead mass in the chapel like the way the fellows had told him it was when Little had died. All the fellows would be at the mass, dressed in black, all with sad faces. Wells too would be there but no fellow would look at him.

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