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<Text id=Joy1Dub> <Author>Joyce, James</Author> <Title>Dubliners</Title> <Edition>Grant Richards, ed. first edition. London: Grant Richards Ltd., 1914</Edition> <Date>1904-1907</Date> <body> <loc><locdoc>JoySISTERS</locdoc><div0 type=story id=SISTERS><div0.title>THE SISTERS</div0.title> <p>There was no hope for him this time: it was the third 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>Iamnotlongforthisworld</i>, 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 <i>paralysis</i>. It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word <i>gnomon</i> in the Euclid . . .
