“Touch me. Soft eyes. Soft soft soft hand. I am lonely here. O, touch me soon, now. What is that word known to all men? I am quiet here alone. Sad too. Touch, touch me.”

— James Joyce

Source: Ulysses by James Joyce

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Irish novelist and poet 1882–1941

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