I Think I Would Know

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.

Man And Woman, Love, What Is It? A Cork And A Bottle.

Bury The Dead. Say Robinson Crusoe Was True To Life. Well Then Friday Buried Him. Every Friday Buries A Thursday If You Come To Look At It.

Alone, What Did Bloom Feel? The Cold Of Interstellar Space, Thousands Of Degrees Below Freezing Point Or The Absolute Zero Of Fahrenheit, Centigrade Or Réaumur: The Incipient Intimations Of Proximate Dawn.

The Sacred Pint Alone Can Unbind The Tongue.