Eveline serif designed by Sara Tebaldi
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dava la sera dere il viale. va la testa ggiata ro le tendine tiva nelle i l’odore del nne scuro
„Seduta alla finestra guardava la sera invadere il viale. Teneva la testa appoggiata contro le tendine e sentiva
nelle narici l’odore del cretonne polveroso. Era stanca. Poca gente per strada. Passò l’inquilino della casa di fondo che rientrava. Senti i passi risuonare sul marciapiede di cemento, poi lo scricchiolio della ghiaia sul sentiero dinanzi alla fila di costruzioni nuove, color mattone. Un tempo c’era un campo laggiù e loro solevano giocarci ogni sera, insieme agli altri ragazzi del quartiere. [...] Molti anni erano passati da allora: adesso lei e i suoi fratelli e sorelle s’erano fatti grandi e la mamma era morta. Anche Tizzie Dunn era morto e i Water erano tornati in Inghilterra. Come tutto cambia! Toccava a lei ora d’andarsene come gli altri, lasciare la casa. La sua casa![...] Forse non li avrebbe più rivisti quegli oggetti, dai quali mai aveva immaginato di doversi separare un giorno. [...] Si, aveva acconsentito ad andarsene, a lasciare la casa. Ma era ragionevole da parte sua? Si sforzava di prendere in considerazione ogni lato del problema. Li almeno non le sarebbero mai mancati cibo e alloggio; né, quel che più conta, le persone che era avvezza a vedersi intorno sin dalla nascita. [...] Nella casa nuova, però, in un paese lontano e sconosciuto, non sarebbe
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non se la sentiva lui di darle i soldi guadagnati con tanta fatica per vederli buttare dalla finestra; questo e altro le diceva, perchè era sempre di cattivo umore il sabato sera. Alla fine però glieli dava e le chiedeva se non aveva per caso l’intenzione di comperare qualcosa per il pranzo della domenica. [...] Un lavoro duro, si, una vitaccia; eppure, ora che stava per lasciarla, già non la trovava più cosi insopportabile.Ne avrebbe cominciata un’altra, adesso, con Frank. Era buono e forte Frank, e di cuore generoso. Sarebbe andata via con lui quella sera, col piroscafo della notte. Sarebbe andata via per diventare sua moglie e vivere con lui a Buenos Aires nella casa che l’aspettava. [...] Natur-
«...Li conosco, va’ là, questi marinai!...» aveva detto. Un giorno avevano litigato, Frank e il padre, e da allora avevano dovuto vedersi di nascosto. [...] Il tempo passava ma lei rimaneva li seduta presso la finestra, la testa appoggiata contro le tendine e l’odore polveroso del cretonne nelle narici. Giù dal viale saliva il suono di un organetto. Lo conosceva quel motivo. Strano che venisse proprio quella sera a rammentarle la promessa fatta alla madre, la promessa di tenere insieme la famiglia fintanto che avesse potuto. [...] E mentre stava li a meditare, la penosa visione della vita della madre operava nel più profondo del suo essere una specie di maleficio; una vita di sacrifici meschini
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Eveline - by James Joice She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne. She was tired. Few people passed. The man out of the last house passed on his way home; she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder path before the new red houses. One time there used to be a field there in which they used to play every evening with other people's children. Then a man from Belfast bought the field and built houses in it not like their little brown houses but bright brick houses with shining roofs. The children of the avenue used to play together in that field the Devines, the Waters, the Dunns, little Keogh the cripple, she and her brothers and sisters. Ernest, ho
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wever, never played: he was too grown up. Her father
used often to hunt them in out of the field with his blackthorn stick; but usually little Keogh used to keep nix and call out when he saw her father coming. Still they seemed to have been rather happy then. Her father was not so bad then; and besides, her mother was alive. That was a long time ago; she and her brothers and sisters were all grown up her mother was dead. Tizzie Dunn was dead, too, and the Waters had gone back to England. Everythingchges. Now she was going to go away like 12 \ 14.5 pt the others, to leave her home.
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All Joyce’s works express the paradoxical situation of an author who chose to abandon his native land, culture and religion, but for the rest of his life wrote about nothing else.The paradox, moreover, is especially true in one of his first important work, Dubliners, written between 1904 and 1907.The theme of paralysis can’t be said to be the only his exclusive subject matter, but it is the
Eveline’s story illustrates the pitfalls of holding onto the past when facing the future. It is a portrait of a female in Dubliners, and it reflects the conflicting pull many women in early twen-tieth century Dublin felt between a domestic life rooted in the past and the possibility of a new life abroad. Eveline’s paralysis leaves her a “helpless animal“ and shows her transformation into an automaton
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But in her new home, in a distant unknown country, it would not be like that. Then she would be married she, Eveline. People would treat her with respect then. She would not be treated as her mother had been. Even now, though she was over nineteen, she sometimes felt herself in danger of her father‘s violence. She knew it was that that had given her the palpitations. When they were
growing up he had never gone for her like he used to go for Harry and Ernest, because she was a girl but latterly he had begun to threaten her and say what he would do to her only for her dead mother‘s sake. And no she had nobody to protect her. Ernest was dead and Harry, who was in the church decorating business, was nearly always down somewhere in the country. Besides, the invariable squabble for money on Saturday nights had begun to weary her unspeakably. She always gave her entire wages seven shillings and Harry always sent
up what he could but the trouble was to get any money from her father. He said she used to squander the money, that she had no head, that he wasn‘t going to give her his hard earned money to throw about the streets, and much more, for he was usually fairly bad on Saturday night. In the end he would give her the money and ask her had she any intention of buying Sunday‘s dinner. Then she had to rush out as quickly as she could and do her marketing, holding her black leather purse tightly in her hand as she elbowed her way through the crowds and returning home late under her load of provisions. She had hard work to keep the house together and to see that the two young children who had been left
Then she had to rush out as quickly as she could and do her marketing, holding her black leather purse tightly in her hand as she elbowed her way through the crowds and returning home late under her load of provisions. She had hard work to keep the house together and to see that the two young children who had been left to hr charge went to school regularly and got their meals regularly.
THE UPPER CASES OF THE TYPEFONT „EVELINE SERIF“ HAS NO STRESS AND A VERTICAL MODERN AXIS
the lower cases of this font were designed with a slight diagonal stress. The axis has a positive transitional angle.
the lower cases of Eveline have a really strong contrasted stroke and this is mostly evident in the letters with open counters
WHILE THE UPPER CASES HAS A SLIGHTER CONTRAST BETWEEN THIN AND THICK STROKES