Lord, Heap Miseries Upon Us Yet Entwine

He Found In The World Without As Actual What Was In His World Within As Possible.

Good Puzzle Would Be Cross Dublin Without Passing A Pub.

Man And Woman, Love, What Is It? A Cork And A Bottle.

Ireland Sober Is Ireland Stiff.

Imagine Some Foul And Putrid Corpse That Has Lain Rotting And Decomposing In The Grave, A Jelly-like Mass Of Liquid Corruption. Imagine Such A Corpse A Prey To Flames, Devoured By The Fire Of Burning Brimstone And Giving Off Dense Choking Fumes Of Nauseous Loathsome Decomposition. And Then Imagine This Sickening Stench, Multiplied A Millionfold And A Millionfold Again From The Millions Upon Millions Of Fetid Carcasses Massed Together In The Reeking Darkness, A Huge And Rotting Human Fungus. Imagine All This, And You Will Have Some Idea Of The Horror Of The Stench Of Hell.