Snow was general all over Irel&. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain on the treeless hills falling softly upon the Bog of Allen & farther westward softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. From a child grappling with the death of a fallen priest to a young womans dilemma over whether to elope to Argentina with her lover to the dance party at which a man discovers just how little he really knows about his wife these fifteen stories bring the gritty realism of existence in Joyces native Dublin to life.