Dublin university contains the cream of Ireland: Rich and thick.
Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.
I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.
Make sense who may. I switch off.
What kind of country is this where a woman can't weep her heart out on the highways and byways without being tormented by retired bill-brokers!
We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?