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?
posted by Amir at
12:31 PM
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all work and no play makes you a dull boy.
Take it easy!...Evry thing will be allright in few years!
But Joyce ain't alive...
Oh man, I love this 'anonymous' reader of yours, he is just so...sexy
Come'on, go get a job or something.
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