Status Updates From An Béal Bocht

One time when I returned from Galway in the black of night, what do you think I noticed but that we had acquired a new piglet in the end of the house. […] I took it carefully and allowed it to drop from my hand with amazement when I realised precisely what I had. It had a small bald head, a face as large as a duck-egg and legs like my own. I had a baby-child.

“-There was always good hunting in that house, said he to me. He opened his hand and what might one imagine was there but five shillings in silver, a fine elegant lady's necklace and a small golden ring. He placed these objects in some inside pocket with satisfaction and hurried me away with him onwards.”

“With regard to hunting, the Old-Grey-Fellow [..] leaped suddenly over the fence. I followed him. Before us in a little field stood a strong stone-built house. In the twinkling of an eye the Old-Fellow had opened a window and had disappeared out of sight into the building. I stood for a moment pondering the wonders of life and then, as I was about to follow him through the window, he came out as precipitately.

“I was very young when I was born and had not aged even a single day”

“I cannot truly remember either the day I was born or the first six months I spent here in the world. Doubtless, however, I was alive at that time although I have no memory of it, because I should not exist now if I were not there then and to the human being, as well as to every other living creature, sense comes gradually.”

عجیبه که تو این زندگی تقدیر چه‌جوری آدم‌ها رُ از کار بد می‌کشونه به کار خوب و دوباره از کار خوب می‌کشونه به کار بد.

به بدبختیم بدبیاری هم اضافه شد. بدبیاری رو بدبیاری. خیلی طول نکشید که بدبیاری‌ها تلنبار شدند رو بدبختی‌های اولم و خودم. بعد سیل بدبیاری ریخت رو بدبیاری‌هام، بعدش بدبیاری‌های خیلی سنگین رو بدبختی‌هام و آخرش هم یک بدبیاری بزرگ قهوه‌ای همه چیز را گرفت. همه جا تاریک شد و جلو جریان زندگی را گرفت.