TransAtlantic

by Colum McCann

No matter how much they own it, break it, and lie about it, human history refuses to shut its mouth. Despite deafness and ignorance, the time that was continues to tick inside the time that is.

Then the clouds curtsy in, the rain kneels upon the land, and the weather knocks them back a whole day and a

servants, too. The polygon of Northern Ireland. He can see six, seven, eight sides to it all, even more. A firefly flashing forward at regular intervals. Context

of David, the Republicans fly the flag of the Palestinians. Small wars, large territories.

to fight. That was all. The glorious vanity of dying. There

wooden floorboards. Such a truth is a woman’s right to equal liberty with man. She was born with it. It was hers before she comprehended it. The rational basis for proper government lies in the female soul.

The wind seemed interested in the curtains: it came through the parted doors and ruffled the material, sniffed about, toured the room. Photographs on