That image accompanies him "even in places the mosthostileto romance": the market and the streets, among the "drunkenmen and bargaining women," amid "thecurses of labourers, the shrilllitanies of shop-boys." In this unlikely place occurs what Joyce calls an "epiphany,"which to him means "a sudden spiritual manifesta-tion," when objects or moments of inconsequential vulgaritycan betransfigured to something spiritual.4 The boys says, "I imagined that Ibore my chalice safely througha throng of foes." Plainly he has feltthe summons to cherish the holy, the "light," in this darkworld ofthose who are hostile to the sacred.
RICHARD BEVAN, 74, of Hallstead, PA, passed away at his home on Saturday, July 23, 2016. He was born on July 8, 1942 in Somerville, NJ to the late Gerald and Bernice (Beagle) Bevan Weiss. His wife of 50 years, Joyce A. (Cole) Bevan, survives. Also surviving are his son and partner, Dennis Bevan and Robin Cushner, Hallstead, PA, daughter and son-in-law, Connie and Mark Nagy, Springwater, NY, four grandchildren, Katelin Bevan and Elizabeth Cushner, Wyatt and Dalton Nagy, three brothers and sisters-in-law, Gerald and Lillian Bevan, New Milford, PA, Bruce and Anna Bevan, Hallstead, PA, Roger and Marge Weiss, Greenbrier, TN, sister and brother-in-law, Karen and Ed Cox, Montrose, PA, several nieces and nephews. Richard graduated from the Montrose High School in 1960. He served in the U.S. Navy on the Destroyer U.S.S. Bronson. He worked for P & G as a technician for 29 years, and enjoyed fishing and hunting. Richard was a Life member of the NRA. A Funeral Service will be held at 11 a.m. Tuesday, July 26, 2016, at the Daniel K. Regan Funeral Home, with Rev. James Valentine officiating. Interment will be in the Franklin Hill Cemetery. Visitations will be from 7 to 9 p.m. Monday at the funeral home. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Franklin Forks United Methodist Church, 3865 Silver Creek Rd., P.O. Box 318, Montrose, PA. –Funeral home obit contributed by Carol Brotzman
Epiphany in Araby of James Joyce's Dubliners Essay | …
, 80, of Troy, Pa., a loving wife, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt and friend passed away peacefully on Sunday morning, July 31, 2016 with her beloved family at her side. Born on Sept. 20, 1935 in Troy, Marjorie was a daughter of the late Francis and Lulu (Coakley) Wilcox. She married James D. Renzo on Sept. 22, 1956. They shared nearly 60 years together and were blessed with four children, nine grandchildren and 21 great-grandchildren. Surviving is her loving and devoted husband, James; a daughter, Kathleen (Michael) Ayers; a son, Joseph (Bernita) Renzo; grandchildren, Laurel, Darlene, Jeremy, Amea, Nicholas, Jared, Bobbi Jo, Tony and Maria; brother, John (Sheila) Wilcox; two sisters, Joyce (Jim) Malony and Teresa Wells; as well as 21 great-grandchildren and many nieces, nephews, cousins and dear friends. Marjorie was predeceased by her beloved sons, John Martin Renzo and Jeffery Allen Renzo; her twin sister, Margaret Vandergrift; sister, Betty Stranger; and a sister-in-law and two brothers-in-law, Rosie Daley, Martin Renzo and Frank Renzo. Private services to celebrate a beautiful life will be held at a later date. Pepper Funeral Home, 578 Springbrook Drive, Canton is assisting with arrangements. –Towanda Daily Review 8/2/2016
Whereas they haunted Joyce, Senior championed them
William York Tindall, one of thepioneers of Joyce studies in the United States, held that the work Joyce had in mind was one byAbednego Sellar, as the author's name reinforces the materialistic themesof "Araby." Joyce's anti-clerical views also support this choice, asAbednego was a Protestant clergyman -- as was James Ford, the author of athird book by this title in print at the time.
Gray's Notes to Joyce's "Araby" at WWD - Mendele
Walking with his aunt to shop onSaturday evenings he imagines that the girl's image accompanies him,and thathe protects her in "places the most hostile to romance." Inthe mixed symbolism of the Christian and theRomantic or Orientalmyths Joyce reveals the epiphany in the story: "These noises con-verged in a single sensationof life for me: I imagined that I bore mychalice safely through a throng of foes." He is unable to talk tothegirl.