tailieunhanh - Dubliners

James Augustine Aloysius Joyce (tiếng Ireland: Seamus Seoighe; 2 tháng 2 năm 1882 – 13 tháng 1 năm 1941) là một nhà văn và nhà thơ biệt xứ Ireland, được đánh giá là một trong những nhà văn ảnh hưởng nhất thế kỷ 20. Ông nổi tiếng nhất với tiểu thuyết bước ngoặt Ulyxơ (1922). Các tác phẩm chính khác của ông là tập truyện ngắn người Dublin (1914), các tiểu thuyết Bức họa người nghệ sĩ là thanh niên (1916) và Finnegans Wake (1939). J. Joyce còn là tác giả của các tập thơ Nhạc thính phòng (Chamber Music,. | Dubliners by James Joyce Prepared and Published by Ebd DUBLINERS THE SISTERS 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 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 to look upon its deadly work. Old Cotter was sitting at the fire smoking when I came downstairs to supper. While my aunt was ladling out my stirabout he said as if returning to some former remark of his No I wouldn t say he was exactly. but there was something queer. there was something uncanny about him. I ll tell you my opinion. He began to puff at his pipe no doubt arranging his opinion in his mind. Tiresome old fool When we knew him first he used to be rather interesting talking of faints and worms but I soon grew tired of him and his endless stories about the distillery. I have my own theory about it he said. I think it was one of those . peculiar cases . But it s hard to say. He began to puff again at his pipe without giving us his theory. My uncle saw me staring and said to me Well so your old friend is gone you ll be sorry to hear. Who said I. Father Flynn. Is he dead Mr. Cotter here has just told us. He was passing by the house. I knew that I was under observation so I continued eating as if the news had not interested me. My .