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Dubliners

Dubliners

Four stories of Dublin life, told with piercing clarity.

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اللغة
English
الصفحات
57
المؤلف
James Joyce
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  • • Follow ordinary lives as they shift into moments of revelation.
  • • Experience Joyce’s sharp psychological portraiture and vivid detail.
  • • See how faith, sexuality, and memory shape each character’s choices.
  • • Discover the quiet dread and tenderness beneath Dublin’s everyday scenes.

الوصف

Dubliners by James Joyce is a collection of interconnected stories that reveal the inner lives of people in Dublin—priests, students, lovers, workers, and families—often caught between duty and desire, faith and doubt, routine and sudden revelation. In the excerpted stories (“The Sisters,” “An Encounter,” “Araby,” and the closing of “The Dead”), we see how small events—illness, a childhood fantasy, a longing for a bazaar, a song remembered too late—carry deep emotional consequences. Joyce’s writing blends realistic detail with haunting psychological insight, moving from observation to symbolism as characters confront fear, shame, memory, and the presence of the past. The result is intimate, unsettling, and deeply human.

فهرس المحتويات

The Sisters
An Encounter
Araby
The Sisters
An Encounter
Araby

معاينة

Night after night I had passed the house 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.
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