Dubliners

sta­tion at the North Wall.

that life of com­mon­place sac­ri­fices clos­ing in fi­nal crazi­ness

odour of dusty cre­tonne

How well she re­membered the first time she had seen him;

Then she had to rush out as quickly as she could and do her mar­ket­ing, hold­ing her black leather purse tightly in her hand as she el­bowed her way through the crowds

she had those whom she had known all her life about her

ve ut­ter­ance to my an­ger

talk­ing of faints and worms;

s ladling out my stir­about

had thought his words idle.