“He walked along quickly through the November twilight, his stout hazel stick striking the ground regularly,….” Duffy furnishes his tidy Chapelizod dungeon with an unusual number of cold iron appurtenances. The few colors of his flat (“white bedclothes and a black and scarlet rug”) suggest sterility, moroseness, and violence. Into his window peeps a derelictContinue reading “(D) about “A Painful Case,” November”
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