Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them — James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

— James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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