oh, james joyce
"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."
James Joyce, The Dead
yet another snow day-- what am i to do? watch a movie? read some proust?
yes, please!
heck, i might even do some senior project research! as long as i drink hot chocolate while i do it :)
James Joyce, The Dead
yet another snow day-- what am i to do? watch a movie? read some proust?
yes, please!
heck, i might even do some senior project research! as long as i drink hot chocolate while i do it :)