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dc.contributor Smith, John B., Chapel Hill College, North Carolina
dc.contributor.author Joyce, James, 1882-1941
dc.date.accessioned 2018-07-27
dc.date.accessioned 2019-07-04T10:58:51Z
dc.date.available 2019-07-04T10:58:51Z
dc.date.created 1914
dc.date.issued 1976-01-01
dc.identifier ota:0079
dc.identifier.citation http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/0079
dc.identifier.uri http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/0079
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dc.language English
dc.language.iso eng
dc.publisher University of Oxford
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dc.subject.lcsh Irish literature -- 20th century
dc.title Dubliners
dc.type Text
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otaterms.date.range 1900-1999

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THERE was no hope for him this time : it was the third 009 stroke . Night after night I had passed the house ( it was vacation time ) and studied the lighted square of window : and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way , faintly and evenly . If he was dead , I thought , I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles must be set at the head of a corpse . He had often said to me : I# am# not# long# for# this# world# , and I had thought his words idle . Now I knew they were true . Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis# . It had always sounded strangely in my ears , like the word gnomon# in the Euclid and the word simony# in the Catechism . But now it sounded to me like the name of some maleficent and sinful being . It filled me with fear , and yet I longed to be nearer to it and look upon its deadly work .. Old Cotter was sitting at the fire , smoking , when I came . . .
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