I Asked My Dad What Afflicted Meant

People Everywhere Brag And Whimper About The Woes Of Their Early Years, But Nothing Can Compare With The Irish Version: The Poverty; The Shiftless Loquacious Father; The Pious Defeated Mother Moaning By The Fire; Pompous Priests; Bullying School Masters; The English And The Terrible Things They Did To Us For Eight Hundred Long Years. Above All -- We Were Wet.

I Just Have To Proceed As Usual. No Matter What Happens, Nothing Helps With The Writing Of The Next Book.

I Can't Go Back. The Past Won't Go Away In This Family.

There's So Much Absurdity. Poverty Is So Absurd.

The English Wouldn't Give You The Steam Of Their Piss.