“I waited till his monologue paused again. Then I stood up abruptly. Lest I should betray my agitation I delayed a few moments pretending to fix my shoe properly and then, saying that I was obliged to go, I bade him good-day. I went up the slope calmly but my heart was beating quickly with fear that he would seize me by the ankles.”
Joyce, An Encounter
The small pieces of the human spirit in each act and decision—the way that experience often isn’t informed by the truth in every machination. And, the beauty that presents itself when simple experience is afforded the knowledge of its inner workings.