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Padraic Fallon

He stopped abruptly before the look that came over her face. But she said nothing. She had it in her mind to fling at him an old Gaelic proverb about the fool and the sea, but she closed her mouth, partly because of island courtesy, partly because the proverb itself touched too closely on memories of her own. She had heard an old man hurl it through his beard the night they brought her father home in an old sail, and she had heard it many times since, when young men, rotted with death and salt water, were laid down in an old graveyard near the Lighthouse.
- Padraic Fallon, "Something in a Boat"

March 3, 2017 in Books | Permalink