In off the moors, down through the mist beams, god-cursed Grendel came greedily loping.

At home in Ireland, there's a habit of avoidance, an ironical attitude towards the authority figure.

Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.

The external reality and inner dynamic of happenings in Northern Ireland between 1968 and 1974 were symptomatic of change, violent change admittedly, but change nevertheless, and for the minority living there, change had been long overdue.

I suppose I did feel a certain public pressure always.

I am not a playwright. A playwright would take "Antigone" and hit it a few clouts and knock it out of shape and restructure it. My versioning was strictly verbal.

I don't miss teaching. I'm learning to take my time for myself.