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144 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1907
The great Gaels of IrelandSure, it is an exaggeration, but it points up one of the great truths about the Irish attitude toward life and literature: sorrow lives amidst our laughter, and, amidst our weeping, joy. And the last despairing cry of Pegeen Mike changes utterly—although it does not diminish—the laughter of Synge’s play.
are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry,
and all their songs are sad.
CHRISTY--And isn't it a poor thing to be starting again and I a lonesome fellow will be looking out on women and girls the way the needy fallen spirits do be looking on the Lord?
PEGEEN. What call have you to be that lonesome when there's poor girls walking Mayo in their thousands now?
CHRISTY -- [grimly.] It's well you know what call I have. It's well you know it's a lonesome thing to be passing small towns with the lights shining sideways when the night is down, or going in strange places with a dog nosing before you and a dog nosing behind, or drawn to the cities where you'd hear a voice kissing and talking deep love in every shadow of the ditch, and you passing on with an empty, hungry stomach failing from your heart.
