![]() ![]() ![]() The author writes with an easy-to-follow prose that guides the reader without confusion.The descriptions of locations and emotions were well done and easy to visualize.How much baggage do we carry with us in life? Do we unconsciously drag it along life's pathway hindering our forward progression? These were questions I pondered as I read this book.They were people I easily became attached to. I liked the relationship of caring that Joseph and Mercy had with each other.I was intrigued by the premise of a bride ship headed to Vancouver.A wealthy Lord that was a doctor and a woman who came from the slums of London. A loved the story between a man and a woman from two different classes.Overall Rating: 5 stars Story Rating: 5 stars Narrator-Esther Wane: 5 stars Review Posted: 5/27/20 I had a copy of this book and purchased the narration from Audible. ![]()
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![]() Though Litz’s description of the coin as a “true epiphany, a showing forth of a hidden reality” is accurate, he fails to probe deeply enough into the true meaning of this epiphany (Litz 335). The coin itself represents the two sides of Corley and Lenehan, men who live a perpetual adolescent existence in Dublin. The culmination of the story exposes the gold coin, the end result of Corley’s and Lenehan’s scheme. Walton Litz describes the story as “a cold-blooded assault upon the conditions of Irish society” (Litz 329). When examined closer, “Two Gallants” is Joyce’s commentary on urban life in Dublin, particularly the social paralysis of its inhabitants. Lenehan and Corley enjoy their mischievous banter as they stroll through Dublin, all the while plotting to deviously collect money from a woman. ![]() ![]() James Joyce’s “Two Gallants”, from Dubliners, is at first glance the tale of two men driven by greed to manipulate a slavey. ![]() ![]() ![]() No, I'm trying to find out how to change the ship's registration.Īs soon as he said it, Shax wished he could take the words back. You're figuring out the nav calc since you royally screwed the jump out?Ī prince has no choice but to screw up royally, Shax murmured. The lights flickered out, so down here on the corridor floor is the only place I can see any damn thing at all. When I tried to page through the manual in the pod, the screen froze and the console spit out reams of plasfilm. Verin's broad frame, head topped with his curled ram's horns lit from below by the floor runners, was a bit too ominous for comfort. ![]() ![]() Why aren't you in the fatherfucking pilot's pod? Sulfur-laden steam accompanied Verin's next snorted breath, his clawed feet scraping the deck plates. Oogamous transport? What in blazes?Ī huge shadow blocked half the meager light from the corridor floor runners. Maintenance… mattress settings… navigation readouts… nitrogen storage… That's absurdly specific. Shax clutched the penlight between his teeth, trying desperately to prevent the plasfilm sheets from slipping out of order again. Frankly, it wasn't how a ship should treat anyone. ![]() This wasn't how a ship should treat a demon prince. ![]() |