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Padraic O Conaire

The rain was coming down in torrents and the west wind blew a full gale from the sea. Where there were trees by the roadside the wind made the weirdest music in their bare branches. The full moon was somewhere up in the sky if the astronomers were to be believed, but it was completely hidden from us. I was wet to the skin, tired, weary and hungry. The driver was in no better condition. The horse was just dragging its legs after him and his head bobbed up and down like a child's toy horse. The wind shrieked, making a sound like devils' music.
- Padraic O Conaire, "The Devil and O'Flaherty"

March 16, 2017 in Books | Permalink