I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world. - James Joyce

Know all men, he said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions.

Seraphim,
The lost hosts awaken

He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If he were a painter he would paint her in that attitude. Her blue felt hat would show off the bronze of her hair against the darkness and the dark panels of her skirt would show off the light ones. Distant Music he would call the picture if he were a painter.