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But the fact is grief doesn’t know we invented time. Grief has its own tide and comes and goes in waves.

Women carry on. They endure the way old ships do, breasting into outrageous waters, ache and creak, hull holed and decks awash, yet find anchorage in the ordinary, in tables to be wiped down, pots to scrub, and endless ashes to be put out.

His rifle is wavering, they haven’t really explained this bit, that running and shooting is quite different to standing and shooting and that running and shooting while being shot at is for obvious reasons, chaps, not taught at all. It’ll come to you; don’t worry, men.

Irish people will read anything as long as it’s about them. That’s what I think. We are our own greatest subject and though we’ve gone and looked elsewhere about the world we have found that there are just no people, no subject as fascinating as We Ourselves. We are simply amazing.