Diary of a Dissenter: The Week From My Window

I believe that the present Ireland needs to die and be buried, and a long, hard winter to follow, before anything resembling an Irish manhood will rise again to the summons of History.

Winter, Yeats Country: A snowy Ben Bulben crouches in the distance, looking down his nose at Maugherow.

Appealing and Appalling Vistas

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