Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears {I could not tell why} and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration.
( James Joyce )
[ Araby ]
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