Snow Was General

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.

For the full sequence of connections, see my latest post:

"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."

from "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.