You can't drink too many otherwise you can't see what you're throwing at.
Again and again, I find something eerie in many Irish occasions - the unrelenting whiteness, the emotional tribal attachments, the violent prejudices lurking beneath apparently pleasant social surfaces, the cosy smugness of belonging.
Jackie Kennedy was magnificent in the days and weeks immediately following her husband's assassination. She was especially wonderful to me.
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