His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. Trama Nellultimo racconto Joyce ripercorre il culmine della crisi morale di Gabriel Conroy, insegnante e scrittore. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried.

It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. 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.Ī few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. 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. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman, but he knew that such a feeling must be love. He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover's eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. One by one they were all becoming shades. He stretched himself cautiously along under the sheets and lay down beside his wife. Mary's Church on Haddington Road, in south-central Dublin. Glossary had the organ in Haddington Road played the organ at St. The air of the room chilled his shoulders. 'The Dead' is unforgettable, and it launches the reader from this collection of carefully wrought and closely joined stories (the world of Dubliners) into the world of Joyce's remarkable novels. Gabriel Conroy reflects on his wife's former lover, Michael Furey.

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