My Dublin wasn't the Dublin of sing-songs, traditional music, sense of history and place and community.
We no longer dare to believe in beauty and we make of it a mere appearance in order the more easily to dispose of it.
I tend not to trust people who live in very tidy houses. I know that on the surface there is nothing wrong with a person being well-ordered and disciplined. Nothing, except that it leaves the impression of that person having lived in the confines of a stark institution which, although he or she has

