National day of debauchery a sign we are unable to relinquish excess

Having abased ourselves in a Sodom and Gomorrah of greed, we know we must reform. In newspapers that indebted themselves by producing full-colour supplements of property pornography — and made investments so improvident they can excuse themselves of the charge of hypocrisy — pulpits are made of opinion columns and brimstone is rained down on readers. I prefer debating chambers: anger creates public furore, but seldom any lasting, private reformation.
Yesterday, unsung heroes were at work. The sweepers of streets, the staff of A&Es, the operators of helplines, and an Garda Siochána cleaned away and mended the debris of our national holiday. The vomit, the stale beer, the human cost of a great spewing forth of overindulgence and inebriation, were removed, all the better that our view of the world might be unhindered today. A triumph as great as the global greening is a sensation best enjoyed uninterrupted.