„He remembered the books of poetry upon his shelves at home. He had bought them in his bachelor days and many an evening, as he sat in the little room of the hall, he had been tempted to take one down from the bookshelf and read out something to his wife. But shyness had always held him back; and so the books had remained on their shelves. At time he repeated lines to himself and this consoled him.”

James Joyce, Dubliners, A Little Cloud, Penguin Popular Classics, p. 77