Diary of a Dissenter: A Week From My Window
‘The innocent and the beautiful/Have no enemy but time’ — William Butler Yeats, ‘In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con Markievicz’
Light of Evening, Lissadell . . .
Regular readers will have come across my occasional bemoaning of our paucity of adequate words to describe what has been happening to us. To delve into one’s own feelings in the face of some new outrage, in an attempt to articulate them, can result more in incoherence than clarity. You find yourself writing down…