no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.

I&#39;ve auditioned for roles that involved voice, but I don&#39;t like it. I feel like, I can&#39;t do this in front of you. It seems so separate - I don&#39;t share it with a lot of people. And I&#39;m not into public performances.

He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

Written By James Joyce

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