Val is a bachelor farmer in his seventies, so he should, by rights, be half mad.

Anne Enright


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I think you know everything at eight. But is is hidden from you, sealed up, in a way you have to cut yourself open to find.

Anne Enright


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Here we go again. Always a few drinks, but sometimes even sober, we play the unhappiness game; endlessly round and round. Ding dong. Tighter and tighter. On and on. Push me pull you. Come here and i'll tell you how much i hate you. Hang on a minute while i leave you. All the while we know we are missing the point, whatever the point used to be.

Anne Enright

Mots clés life-and-living unhappiness



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There were girls at school whose families grew to a robust five or six. There were girls with seven or eight-which was thought a little enthusiastic - and then there were the pathetic ones like me, who had parents that were just helpless to it, and bred as naturally as they might shit.

Anne Enright

Mots clés family-planning funny-but-true



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I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling - somewhere between diarrhoea and sex - this grief that is almost genital.

Anne Enright

Mots clés sadness grief feelings humorous



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He had beautiful manners. Which, if you ask me, was mostly a question of saying nothing, to anyone, ever.

Anne Enright

Mots clés manners



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