Un aphorisme de James Joyce:
Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul’s incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.
Traduction automatique:
Parfois, il se surprenait à écouter le bruit de sa propre voix. Il pensait que, dans ses yeux, il serait montée à une stature angélique, et, comme il attachait la nature fervente de son compagnon de plus en plus étroitement à lui, il entendit la voix étrange impersonnelle dont il a reconnu que la sienne, en insistant sur incurable de l’âme lonliness. Nous ne pouvons pas nous donner, il dit: nous sommes notre propre.