One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, t — James Joyce, Dubliners
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One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

— James Joyce, Dubliners
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