(re)lendo em férias

“Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable loneliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.”

James Joyce, Dubliners

(muito tenho eu de agradecer aos meus 'periodozinhos' de férias por me permitirem saborear pérolas da Literatura como esta. oxalá venham muitos - períodos de férias E 'pérolas', entenda-se)