His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide.

[twas_now]

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before. He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash and lock black stockings, and knew that he had yielded to them a thousand times

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[travvyishot]

ha, this is ironic, i just finished up joyce's "ulysses" last week. if you ever come across it, but you don't have the time or the want to read it all, read the last two pages. seriously beautiful writing, fuck.

[twas_now]

that sounds like sound advice. i read part of that in high school, but at the time i didn't have patience for made-up words and lack of punctuation.