April in Spain: A Strafford and Quirke Mystery

by John Banville

He reminded her that in his will, Jonathan Swift had bequeathed a madhouse to Dublin, since, as the dismal Dean had observed, no place was more in need of one.

‘This is Spain,’ she said. ‘Remember what you told me about Hemingway, that he brushed his teeth only with brandy because there were so many germs in the water?’