in my experience one thing you don't learn from is anything anyone set up to be a lesson; what you are to know you pick up as you go along.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

rudeness to Mrs. Dosely was like dropping a pat of butter on to a hot plate - it slid and melted away.

Love of privacy - perhaps because of the increasing exactions of society - has become in many people almost pathological.

Where would the Irish be without someone to be Irish at?

She walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.

What's the matter with this country is the matter with the lot of us individually - our sense of personality is a sense of outrage.