I Do Not Share The Wish To

Every Craggy And Gnarled Tree Has Its Own Strange And Graceful Legend Attached To It.

As Our Language Wanes And Dies, The Golden Legends Of The Far-off Centuries Fade And Pass Away. No One Sees Their Influence Upon Culture; No One Sees Their Educational Power.

By Anglicising Ourselves We Have Thrown Away With A Light Heart The Best Claim We Have Upon The World's Recognition Of Us As A Seperate Nationality...the Notes Of Nationality, Our Language And Customs.

Youth Is A Period Of Idealism. The Communists Attract Young People By Appealing Directly To That Idealism. Too Often, Others Have Failed Either To Appeal To It Or To Use It And They Are The Losers As A Consequence. We Have No Cause To Complain If, Having Neglected The Idealism Of Youth, We See Others Come Along, Take It, And Harness It To Their Cause - And Against Our Own.

I - And There Are Hundreds Of Thousands Of Irishmen Who Felt On This Subject As I Do - Have Always Liked My Celtic Countrymen And Disliked The English Nation; It Is A National Trait Of Character, And I Cannot Help It.