1 Biography of James Joyce 2Ģ Introduction and motivation: short story collection or novel? 3Īnalysis of major characters key facts general motives, themes, symbolsĤ Dubliners: the short stories. Hopefully I can make her dreams come through. I am sure she looks over my shoulder and that she will keep on guide me. I want to dedicate this final thesis to my mother, who always supported me and my dreams, even through her illness. Special thanks to the librarian of the Mater Dei Institute Dublin, my promoter Miss Wendy Van Humbeeck and my family. I will be your guide through James Joyce’s Dublin and through the different magnificent short stories. With this thesis I will guide you through the works of the modernist Joyce, with special emphasis on his short story collection (or novel?) Dubliners. Thanks to the Erasmusprogramme I could go over there to explore ‘James Joyce City.’ I found lots and lots of interesting material, and could linger in the streets were Joyce lingered when he was only a little boy… It is logical that I have chosen Dubliners as topic for my final thesis. I stayed in Dublin, a city were one of the most important modernist writers was born: James Joyce. This year I had the opportunity to study abroad for three months. I thought: “Gavin and I… One of us must be defeated”.Special thanks. Y et I felt a sudden sadness in my heart. But, it will not affect our friendship, of course”. “It is bad that we have to fight each other over the scholarship. I said: “I wish with all my heart to be a medical biologist, you know, a doctor who does research”. “If you win, will you go on to be a doctor?” Gavin was the only person on earth to whom I could tell the truth. “I would like to win for my father’s sake. “Y ou may be the one, Gavin”, I said in a low voice I knew he was a fine scholar. It is twelve years since a Levenford boy took the scholarship." He drew a deep breath. "All the cleverest boys in the country are competing," he continued. Yet his words came as an unexpected blow. I knew that Gavin adored his father and I had heard whispers that all was not well with the Mayor's business. now then he is worried, I would like to do something for him." I was silent. "My fat her has had tro ubl e in the business". “But Gavin… You do not need the money!” Gav in fro wne d. Keith told my sister”, Gavin paused, breathing heavily. “I understand you are sitting the Marshall, Robie?” I was greatly surprised. When we were far from the shore, Gavin spoke, hidden by the growing darkness. Glen, the woman of the cottage had given us some tea and boiled eggs and milk, we pushed the boat into the water. Until the sun went down, Gavin and I sat on an upturned boat, outside his father's fishing hut. “No fishing until evening, I am afraid”, Gavin murmured. We walked side by side through the quiet village to the lake. Impossible to describe the silent joy of our meeting. The last pleasure I allowed myself before beginning to prepare for the Marshall. It was the first day of the Easter Holidays.
The Explosion (from “The Citadel” by A.J. Pledger’s Way Home (from “The Great Midland” b y A. Galsworthy Unit 16.Return (from “The Path of Thunder” by P. Brave Mother (from “Uncle T om’s Cabin” by H. The Scholarship (from “Green Years” by A.
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