“ 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. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
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one of my favorite quotes from one of stories by this author, i also think its super approrpriate since i am currently reading Ulysses.
James Joyce, “Araby” (via scout)