“If a timepiece is measuring its own change, among other things, how can it get wrong, so to speak?”
December 17, 2007
December 15, 2007
12/15/07
“‘There’s no mistake about it,’ said Mr. M’Coy, ‘if you want a thing well done and no flies about it you go to a Jesuit. They’re the boyos have influence.’”
12/15/07
“A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the journey westward. 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 gates, 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.”
December 14, 2007
12/14/07
“He was a suave elderly man who balanced his imposing body, when at rest, upon a large silk umbrella.”
12/14/07
” … but still he heard in his ears the laborious drone of the engine reiterating the syllables of her name.”
12/9/07
“He watched the scene and thought of life; and (as always happened when he thought of life) he became sad.”
December 4, 2007
12/04/07
“Like illumined pearls the lamps shone from the summits of their tall poles upon the living texture below which, changing shape and hue unceasingly, sent up into the warm grey evening air an unchanging unceasing murmur.”
12/04/07
“Now and again the clumps of people raised the cheer of the gratefully oppressed.”
