A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

You cannot eat your cake and have it.

Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish.

And if he had judged her harshly? If her life were a simple rosary of hours, her life simple and strange as a bird's life, gay in the morning, restless all day, tired at sundown? Her heart simple and willful as a bird's heart?

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.