We Were Always Loyal To Lost Causes...success

The Incompatibility Of Aquacity With The Erratic Originality Of Genius.

For The Years, He Felt, Had Not Quenched His Soul, Or Hers.

People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To Embrace A Cactus.

By His Monstrous Way Of Life He Seemed To Have Put Himself Beyond The Limits Of Reality. Nothing Moved Him Or Spoke To Him From The Real World Unless He Heard It In An Echo Of The Infuriated Cries Within Him.

For Myself, I Always Write About Dublin, Because If I Can Get To The Heart Of Dublin I Can Get To The Heart Of All The Cities Of The World. In The Particular Is Contained The Universal.