A general and a bit of shooting makes you forget your troubles ... it takes your mind off the cost of living.
That you, sister. May you be the mother of a bishop.
The English and Americans dislike only some Irish--the same Irish that the Irish themselves detest, Irish writers--the ones that think.
You made one mistake. You married me.
If it was raining soup, the Irish would go out with forks.
In a society which really supported marriage the wife would be encouraged to go to the office and make love to her husband on the company's time and with its blessing.