Tuesday, February 02, 2010

A Noteable Birthday

Today is the 128th birthday of James Joyce, creator in my opinion of the most beautiful prose in English. To wit, this passage, the lines that close "The Dead":

Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. 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. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. 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.

Happy New Year, only one month late!

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4 Comments:

Anonymous splendid said...

welcome back!

4:21 PM  
Blogger Greg said...

Thanks!

10:47 AM  
Anonymous D. Farrington said...

For some reason I have always avoided Joyce...Mrs. Panetta, my incorrigible English teacher in High School must have not mentioned him. More likely she was disturbed by him... So Greg, I am humbled and grateful that you chose this beautiful piece of prose- Thank you!

7:14 AM  
Blogger Greg said...

You MUST read "Dubliners." In order. Then "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man." You won't regret it!

1:27 PM  

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