The part of Limerick we lived in is Georgian, you know, those Georgian houses. You see them in pictures of Dublin.
On the last day of my teaching career, I was sitting in my apartment, having a glass of wine, thinking I’m glad I did it, that I had been somehow useful, that I had learned something.
If ever you are to be visited by the Holy Ghost, you should make certain you’re sitting beside a fireman.
When I was a teacher, I’d walk into the classroom. I stood at the board. I was the man. I directed operations. I was an intellectual and artistic and moral traffic cop, and I – and I would direct the class, most of the time.
I learned the significance of my own insignificant life.
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