A SENTENCE BY JAMES JOYCE

October 9, 2010

On his wise shoulders through the checkerwork of leaves the sun flung spangles, dancing coins.

This is my favorite sentence in all of literature. How can I make such a statement? When I reached it for the first time, I erupted from my chair and filled the air with obscene epithets of praise. Never had this happened before, and never has it happened since.

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