Saturday, November 25, 2006

The Dead



Digging deep down the rich quarry of human soul, and playing with words as if they are musical notes makes Joyce a true legend. I finished his short story The Dead, a few minutes ago and I just can’t sleep tonight. When you read the story, eventually, you find some facet of yourself in Gabriel.

I look at my sweet angel. My eyes are begging her cuddle, her caress, her impassioned kiss… But what is she pondering about? O’ babe why don’t you come closer?

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

710-710-710-710-710-710-710-710-
710-710-710-710-710
all work and no play makes you a dull boy.
Take it easy!...Evry thing will be allright in few years!

9:20 PM  
Blogger Amir said...

But Joyce ain't alive...

10:36 PM  
Blogger Fatemeh said...

gharar bood ye kelaas e James Joyce khaani vase man bezaari?!

10:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh man, I love this 'anonymous' reader of yours, he is just so...sexy
Come'on, go get a job or something.

6:19 PM  

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