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        Synge seemed by nature unfitted to tical t, and ion of oence, spoken     implied some sort of nationalist vi, I ot remember t ics or serest in men in t t is studied tras and statistics. Often for moside tre, and t life, lived as it ed    of mind fits to judge of men in t energies of ill?; but of tical ts ood not tle ain members of told    a play on t success. After a f ter out of Rabelais. testant and a Catake refuge in a cave, and t religion, abusing t in loo be ravis last one    because se t, I doubt if ten at all if    e of Ireland, and for it, and I kno    creative art could only e from su.

        Oional effect of our movement, I proposed adding to to play iional drama, Syter so important t ter.

        I re as my model, and    tres all over Europe gave fine performances of old classics but did not create (s sterility of speed t e not give all our ts to Ireland.

        Yet in Ireland    s people, and in try sides of many glens. All t, all t one reasoned over, fougicles, all t came from education, all t came do lacked a little sympat    once aurn its face upon t ure    looked out on most disputes, even took sides, old me o o make t    t    is certain t    in any cro is possible t loality o be observant and plative, and made ude, ts o otigue or illness isements, ts of big tres, big London els, and all arcecture    blindness did for us, asceticism for any saint you    srating ion upo, self. I t all    of    nations and classes, of    poetry and pself, a victory, to ain t my friends , so full of passion and y, is tory of a man ed from t of expressi

wemplation t is born of te and delicate arra of images, royed as morbid, for as yet tmans fine enoug tists joy    of sanctity. In one poem s at some street er for a friend, a ands t nobody is ing, sees ture; and in anotten on o e ser on,    a part of tacle of to all    flavour of extravagance, or of    makes one uand t emplates even    iny but as it ion t general to men. tive joy an acceptance of y of    brings, or a red of deat it takes aness of our exaltation, at death and oblivion.

        In no moder ten of Iris it may be Miss Edgele Rat, o c about tir ure, for t play ures, persons, as, t    for t escapes from meditation, a c makes t as signifit by trast as some procession painted on aian elligence, on    in so fe Life ime to bres    ragic reality seem morbid to t are aced to ers y at all; just as ts,    Obscure Nigainly t t among spiritual states, one among oteps, seem morbid to tionalist aant troversialist. t of journalists, like t of ts, is     risen to t state tai of man, in oils, in tiagi above the clouds?
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