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Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. Your mother brings you into the world, carries you first in her body. What do we know about what she feels? But whatever she feels, it, at least, must be real. It must be.
 James JoyceA Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (1916). copy citation

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