Dubliners

With an essay by J. I. M. Stewart.

''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 ... 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''

From a child grappling with the death of a fallen priest, to a ...