Or perhaps the truth was that there was no fixed truth, that this whole thing had happened because the state itself, in these early years of the Troubles, simply did not know what it was supposed to feel or think or do. Caught between the mythology of Catholic martyrdom with which I had grown up and the reality of what a private Catholic army would mean, it inhabited a swampy terrain where there was no firm footing. Maybe Lynch both knew and did not know.
