Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. 1/
It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. 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. 2/
"The Dead"
a story, set at Christmastime
by
James Joyce
@gregggonsalves John Huston made a film version with his daughter Angelica in the 80s - I remember it is a being very good (but have not watched in decades)
@cyrilpedia I remember it & was a brave attempt to capture the story. The Irish Repertory Theater in NYC did a live version of it in an old townhouse a few years ago. The audience came to the party & mingled with the guests including the characters in the dramatic adaptation, sitting down to dinner with them and then following them around as the story continued. Kate Burton played Greta Conroy, Boyd Gaines was Gabriel. Nothing though replaces the power of the story on the page though.