Dubliners
| 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 |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Legacy Collection Digital Museum |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Irish literature -- 20th century |
| dc.title | Dubliners |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 384645 |
| files.count | 2 |
| 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 . . .
