the birthday of James Augustine Aloysius Joyce
February 2 1882 January 13 1941
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snowfalling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
-the last line of the dead
I did not get how powerful the dead was the first reading. And then I was astounded on the second reading.
memory of summer