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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) 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…mehr

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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) 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. Old Cotter was sitting at the fire, smoking, when I came downstairs to supper. While my aunt was ladling out my stirabout he said, as if returning to some former remark of his:
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James Joyce was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1882 and is considered one of the most influential modernist writers of the 20th century. He studied at University College Dublin, where he developed his interest in literature, philosophy, and languages. His early works, including Dubliners and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, established his reputation as a groundbreaking writer who explored themes of identity, exile, and human consciousness.Joyce spent much of his adult life in self-imposed exile, living in cities such as Paris, Zurich, and Trieste. During this period, he completed his most famous work, Ulysses (1922), which revolutionized the modern novel with its stream-of-consciousness technique and intricate structure. Although controversial and banned in several countries for its explicit content, Ulysses became a landmark of literary innovation and remains a key text in the modernist canon.His final major work, Finnegans Wake (1939), further pushed the boundaries of language and narrative complexity. Joyce's innovative use of language, his deep engagement with Irish identity, and his examination of the inner workings of the mind have cemented his legacy as one of the great literary figures of the 20th century. He died in Zurich in 1941.