Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Saturday, February 11, 2006
The Coat
'My father had an extraordinary affection for me. He was the silliest man I ever knew and yet cruelly shrewd. He thought and talked of me up to his last breath. I was very fond of him always, being a sinner myself, and even liked his faults... I got from him his portraits, a waistcoat, a good tenor voice, and an extravagant licentious disposition (out of which, however, the greater part of any talent I may have springs).' - James Joyce upon his father's death
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
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