Variation and Interpretation
5 min readMar 20, 2018
One night several years ago when we lived in the Hudson Highlands, I was driving home from book group. It was late and it had been snowing for several hours.
I love being alone in the night with snow. It always reminds me of one of my favorite paragraphs in the world, the last sentences of James Joyce’s The Dead:
A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to…
