". . . the vast cycle of starry life bore his weary mind outward to its verge and inward to its centre, a distant musical accompanying him outward and inward.
What music? The music came nearer and he recalled the words, the words of Shelley's fragment upon the moon wandering companionless, pale for weariness.
The stars began to crumble and a cloud of fine star-dust fell through space."
- james joyce
