“I am in Aranmor, sitting over a turf fire, listening to a murmur of Gaelic that is rising from a little public-house under my room.”
― J.M. Synge, The Aran Islands
Each year as St. Patrick’s Day approaches, I resolve to be strong and refrain from hectoring my readers about the cultural futility of green-dyed beer. Each year, perhaps ingloriously, I fail, and yet at times, failure is something to be embraced.
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are chang ......
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