Портрет художника в юности

           Itwasapriest-likeface,priest-likeinitspalor,inthewidewingednose,intheshadowingsbelowtheeyesandalongthejaws,priest-likeinthelipsthatwerelongandbloodlessandfaintlysmiling;andStephen,rememberingswiftlyhowhehadtoldCranlyofallthetumultsandunrestandlongingsinhissoul,dayafterdayandnightbynight,onlytobeansweredbyhisfriend’slisteningsilence,wouldhavetoldhimselfthatitwasthefaceofaguiltypriestwhoheardconfessionsofthosewhomhehadnotpowertoabsolvebutthathefeltagaininmemorythegazeofitsdarkwomanisheyes.

           Throughthisimagehehadaglimpseofastrangedarkcavernofspeculationbutatonceturnedawayfromit,feelingthatitwasnotyetthehourtoenterit.Butthenightshadeofhisfriend’slistlessnessseemedtobediffusingintheairaroundhimatenuousanddeadlyexhalationandbefoundhimselfglancingfromonecasualwordtoanotheronhisrightorleftinstolidwonderthattheyhadbeensosilentlyemptiedofinstantaneoussenseuntileverymeanshoplegendboundhismindlikethewordsofaspellandhissoulshrivelledupsighingwithageashewalkedoninalaneamongheapsofdeadlanguage.