In this passage, however, Little Chandler dejectedly accepts that such aspirations will never materialize.He has the books, but none of the passionate drive to produce one of his own.His thoughts, after all, wander everywhere, rather than remain fixed to the place they should be.
Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland.
It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves.
Duffy’s relentless spite for such physical expression—it is fleshly and secretive, something that happens in the shadows. The imagery of eating in this quote suggests the importance of reciprocity and union that is so absent in this story. —“Araby”In this quote, the young boy of “Araby” has just spoken with Mangan’s sister, and now finds himself entirely uninterested and bored by the demands of the classroom.
This moment enacts a cycle of life and death that echoes throughout Dubliners: seeing the living, physical evidence of love in two people leads Mr. Instead, he thinks of Mangan’s sister, of the upcoming bazaar, and of anything but what rests before him.
The blanket of snow suggests this sense of numbness in Gabriel’s character—he is literally frigid to emotion—but also the commonality of this trait.
The snow does not fall only outside of Gabriel’s window, but, as he envisions it, across the country, from the Harbor of Dublin in the east, to the south in Shannon, and to the west.
—“A Painful Case”This quote from “A Painful Case” shows Mr. They are not specific people, but rather human figures that render the scene universal, and the sight reminds Mr. Sinico, only to realize here, after her death, how potentially life-changing they could have been. Duffy must gnaw on his rectitude because he has nothing else and because his rectitude is the root of his exclusion.
Duffy walking past the park near his home after he has learned of Mrs. Duffy of his self-imposed exclusion from companionship. At the same time, the language of this quote articulates Mr. Duffy’s circular thoughts recall the obsessive routines and daily procedures that comprise his life and that make no space for the intimate sharing of love. In living in such a restrained way, including his clockwork, solitary meals at the same establishments, he cannot tolerate the change that love harbors or the emotional output, often so uncontrollable, that it demands. Duffy must watch others feast and share in the consumption of the many things the world has to offer, while he remains alone. I watched my master’s face pass from amiability to sternness; he hoped I was not beginning to idle. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child’s play, ugly monotonous child’s play.
It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried.