“In the name of God and of the dead generations from which she receives her old tradition of nationhood, Ireland, through us, summons her children to her flag and strikes for her freedom.”
My take-away from both instances is that we human beings, no matter how evolved and developed we are, can be as simplistic as the common squirrel hoarding nuts before winter.
I would describe driving to the west coast of Ireland as like flying into the Death Star; it is fine for the first half of the four and a half hour drive, but then the roads just get narrower and narrower.
To say that things have gone arseways at the moment is a bit of an understatement.
To be fair, I was more preoccupied with learning to feel comfortable with myself . . . in a state of public pantslessness.
“Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day.”
It all started with a 5-megapixel digital camera I bought on Craigslist for $40 and a fencing tournament in Northwestern University in October 2011.
Just four shots
I got more than I bargained for, suffice it to say.
“This is just a delay. That’s all it is. All major theme parks have delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked!”