I e a day    a year or travelled for a mont of Ireland    panion for a roading rain. I remember a deluge on t ion o try and keep dry.

        arted on our journey, as train steamed out of Dublin, Synge said: Noes and I found t    ion o t or to t was Synge who finally decided.

        Syle co stop and lean on a c    beside it and snipped as lean old o look at tranger, and t put s cly pressed its he grass again.

        Syo make soft going for t of little    Saint Joood in t square curf soaked in paraffine, o t and skied again, and burning snakes of tle girl in tasy of pleasure and dread, clutcood close in il the fiery games were done.

        assistao alking to t versation in Irisold us    in America ttle old ting by and putting in an odd le?mannered man, for er, aed ting for a o bloually on t ly, Not yet sir.

        Syi . I     to ??I    a little ctle book going to sc. ook tuenant and t g and ts , t a alist. I shem.

        Synge must    deal at oime, but    a man you en alk, or raten to talk??almost aalk.

        Synge o go anyo see an ordinary melodrama at tre, Dublin, ao see s and ttention on a play e villain of ttom of turess, and flasing blood?stained face up against tligold us    a fes to live, roar rition he voice of a bull.

        Synge ravelled a great deal in Italy in tracks    out for    o me about t .    as    tern men on ts fitted in o him.

        Synge    en bad, ing u carried racks.    tle gear, and cared not except per of a good turf fire.    a young pup for a toh.

        old me    tralee inker?aken by truggling re of ts reet and screamed, let tly uood by ting t trip a t in, in t ter ting figure trying to thes on her as she ran.

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        sc every t drees    Cape Corso Castle or t Cophe music.

        Jack B. Yeats
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