the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It
was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless
hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward,
softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling,
too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where
Michael Furey lay buried.
In the very last paragraph of “The Dead,”
and hence the last paragraph of Dubliners, Gabriel
gazes out of his hotel window, watching the falling snow and reflecting
on his wife Gretta’s recent confession about her childhood love,
Michael Furey. Previously in the story, Gabriel had been intoxicated
and energized by Gretta’s preoccupied mood, which reminded him of
their courtship, but her outburst of sobbing undermines his self-assurance.
This quiet moment of contemplation portrays Gabriel’s muted, hushed
acceptance that he was not Gretta’s first love, and that in fact
he has never felt love at all. The blanket of snow suggests this
sense of numbness in Gabriel’s character—he is literally frigid
to emotion—but also the commonality of this trait. The snow does
not fall only outside of Gabriel’s window, but, as he envisions
it, across the country, from the Harbor of Dublin in the east, to
the south in Shannon, and to the west. In other words, everyone,
everywhere, is as numb as he is.
In this image, Gabriel also contemplates his mortality,
and how his living experience intersects with death and the dead.
Snow falls everywhere in Ireland, including on the grave of Michael
Furey, who has so recently entered his life. In his speech at his
aunts’ party, Gabriel had called for the need to live one’s life
without brooding over the memories of the dead, but here he realizes
the futility of such divisions and the lack of feeling they expose
in his character. Gretta cannot forget the pain of the dead in her
life, and her acute suffering illustrates for Gabriel that the dead
are very much a part of the lives around him, including his own.
That Gabriel’s reflections occur in the nighttime adds to the significance
of this quote. As he now broods over the dead, he hovers in that
flickering state that separates the vibrancy of one daytime from
the next. The darkness above the ground mirrors the darkness beneath
the ground, where coffins of the dead rest.