Reading Dubliners reminds me just how much I love James Joyce. I haven’t quite wrapped my head around all of the stories yet, but it’s Joyce, so it typically takes a couple of reads to really begin to get anything from it. By far, “The Dead,” was the best story in the collection. Never have I read a book with a more beautiful poignant ending: “His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

Food for the soul that is.