Wednesday, December 13, 2006

"The Dead"

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This time of year, I always like to return to this James Joyce classic. This is absolutely one of the most beautiful, moving things I've ever read. I cry everytime.

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  1. Then is must be Christmas-time! Christmas-time!"

    Generous tears filled Gabriel's eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman, but he knew that such a feeling must be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself, which these dead had one time reared and lived in, was dissolving and dwindling.

    Gabriel, Greta, even Michael Flurey--what a hauntingly beautiful story.

    And I may be a sap for saying it, but I think Angelica Huston was quite alluring in the film adaptation of this story.

    Ring in the Season tonight well my friend!

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