What were they now but cerements shaken from the body of death—the fear he had walked in night and day, the incertitude that had ringed him round, the shame that had abased him within and without—cerements, the linens of the grave?His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her graveclothes.
-James Joyce
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