A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
By James Joyce
he faint sour stink of rotted cabbages came towards him from the kitchengardens on the rising ground above the river. He smiled to think that it was this disorder, the misrule and confusion of his father's house and the stagnation of vegetable life, which was to win the day in his soul. -169
Under tremendous pressure from others and with intense self struggle, Stephen decided not to become a priest. He came back home and noticed the familiar rotten smell of home. This passage delighted me because it depicted life as it is: this earthy imperfection, which is also very endearing and beautiful.
Stephen knew this and me, too. ;-)
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