— The cry of the roedeer it is! The white hind. Their slots, linklink, the hound hunthorning! Send us and peace! Title! Title!     — Christ in our irish times! Christ on the airs independence! Christ hold the freedman's … [Read more...]

— The snare drum! Lay yer lug till the groun. The dead giant manalive! They're playing thimbles and bodkins. Clan of the Gael! Hop! Whu's within?     — Dovegall and finshark, they are ring to the rescune!     … [Read more...]

— I mean to sit here on this altknoll where you are now, Surly guy, replete in myself, as long as I live, in my homespins, like a sleepingtop, with all that's buried ofsins insince insensed insidesofme. If I can't upset this pound of pressed … [Read more...]

— God save you king! Muster of the Hidden Life!     — God serf yous kingly, adipose rex! I had four in the morn- ing and a couple of the lunch and three later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. Finnk. Fime. … [Read more...]