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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 | 2022-08-21T15:54:10Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T15:54:10Z |
| dc.date.created | 1914 |
| dc.date.issued | 1976-01-01 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0079 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0079 |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| 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 | 380757 |
| files.count | 1 |
| 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 . . .
