It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.

The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails

We'll sing certain programs of music, such as an Irish one or holiday tunes.