Snowy winter, is the most severe period of the year as well as the closet moment towards hope and vibrant live, spring. Dark night, is the most tenebrous time of the day, also waiting for the most bright first light from the sun of the new day puncture the sky. In the winter, no matter the nature was how lively or inanimate, all covered under the thick snow. In the deep night, weather the day was onerous or leisurely, everything went into silence. Joyce's Dubliner, such a sombre book, he imposes all his sarcasm and anguish to Dublin. Finally, in the end, he gives this snow, the quiet peace, to everyone. In the last story Dead of the Dubliners, the main character as Joyce has set up, from childhood to this one, death, is living, however, he is already dead. When he realizes that he has never felt the impulse of love throughout his whole life, even himself, consider he is miserable. His social awkwardness drives him outside a lively life. He has never enjoyed life, as a living man, he is more lifeless than a dead man. He never loved his life.
Like the other characters in Dubliners, he and they are unfortunate. They missed the only opportunity in man’s life for them to shine, that is the whole point of living. After that, their life stopped at that point, or being ordinary forever. An individual’s life is all about him, but compares to the immense universe, no one would still remember the pities. Joyce still reluctantly shows us hope, the authentic truth of why mankind is still living and vibrant. This perfect rare snow in Ireland ends everything, weather positive or negative. After the chill of bright snow, the peace of dark night, everything would be new, everything would be hopeful. While carries both the hope of tomorrow and the sad memory of the past, in the serene interim snowy night, would be the best time to just be quiet, recollect, think, wait, and wish. Universe is vast, because countless individuals formed it. Though the person who lived in the past and is dying will never see the first sunlight’s flash of tomorrow, no matter what bitterness he has tasted in his life, placing in this ultimate peace, one would smile and say with the most satisfied tone: “my life is over, it was great, I love it.”
