‘I’ve never been much of a believer in being led by your mind.’ ‘I’m sorry?’ Sean says. ‘It’s your mind,’ Ronan says. ‘It’s your organ, and waiting for it to be ready for something is a bit like waiting for your own hand to pass you a cup of tea instead of telling it to just do it.’ He reaches, theatrically, for his beer to demonstrate this. ‘Or a bottle of beer,’ he adds.
