That each man is the sum of his choices is nothing less than the truth. And each, perhaps, is also something else.
Everything is in the way the material is composed.
Love and freedom are such hideous words. So many cruelties have been done in their name.
...but as his father used to say when he had a few drinks taken, you couldn't expect bloody miracles when you were talking about God.
They had no previous connection whatever with Connemara; but they saw connections where others who should have seen them simply looked the other way.
