I Dunno What My 23 Infantile Years

There Is No Topicmore Soporific And Generally Boring Than The Topic Of Ireland As Ireland, As A Nation.

You Have Been Second Always. Tragical? No. You Preferred It To The Usual Thing: One Dull Man, Dulling And Uxorious, One Average Mind- With One Thought Less, Each Year.

'tis The White Stag, Fame, We're A-hunting, Bid The World's Hounds Come To Horn!

It Is Difficult To Write A Paradiso When All The Superficial Indications Are That You Ought To Write An Apocalypse.

The Sum Of Human Wisdom Is Not Contained In Any One Language.