The New Year has begun with a great series of coincidences, all revolving around "The Dead" -- the final story in the sequence of fifteen stories that comprise James Joyce's Dubliners.
"Snow Was General"
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"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 lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, 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."
by James Joyce
Likewise, all I have to do is look out my window to see that
just as it was for the Dubliners, a century or more ago,
the snow this week is general all over Indiana.