Teacher? I Never Dreamed I Could Rise

You Never Know When You Might Come Home And Find Mam Sitting By The Fire Chatting With A Woman And A Child, Strangers. Always A Woman And Child. Mam Finds Them Wandering The Streets And If They Ask, Could You Spare A Few Pennies, Miss? Her Heart Breaks. She Never Has Money So She Invites Them Home For Tea And A Bit Of Fried Bread And If It's A Bad Night She'll Let Them Sleep By The Fire On A Pile Of Rags In The Corner. The Bread She Gives Them Always Means Less For Us And If We Complain She Says There Are Always People Worse Off And We Can Surely Spare A Little From What We Have.

The Master Says It’s A Glorious Thing To Die For The Faith And Dad Says It’s A Glorious Thing To Die For Ireland And I Wonder If There’s Anyone In The World Who Would Like Us To Live.

I Am Not Living The American Dream; I Am Living The American Fantasy.

Keep Scribbling! Something Will Happen.

I'm Not One Of Those James Joyce Intellectuals Who Can Stand Back And Look At The Whole Edifice... It Was A Slow Process For Me To Just Crawl Out Of It, Like A Snake Leaving His Skin Behind.