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Mary Ann, R. B. Kitaj
or was it a girl come to baste my goose
grand dark feeling of emptiness, bonnie prince billy
Eve, R. B. Kitaj
Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!
a portrait of the artist as a young man, james joyce