'... the Irish generally love life ...'
Yes, isn't it pretty to think so?
A Polish expatriate chum of mine once remarked
that the only people of his acquaintance more morose
were the Russians - whom they resembled in other
ways: their gross alcoholism, their talent for turning
self pity into literature & so on.
Dubliners, incidentally, must be distinguished from 'the Irish'.
Like Cockneys, Berliners, (? New Yorkers?) & metropolitans
everywhere, their lack of illusion, their irrepressibile instinct
for mockery marks them as a different crowd altogether.
(The mail boat to Liverpool & London was always there,
waiting moored at the North Wall, an ever present means
of escape from Father O'Flynn, his whisky breath,
his shit-covered boots & his dribbling fantasies of hell.)
Scottie B
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