We may be small, but let’s not be parochial
He’s right - we were eating olives in Cork before they had shoes in Dublin - but then he spoils it all by going on about the glorious music of our speech and the sheer glitter of our wit.
Shades of Narcissus, if you ask me.
Revoiced
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