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And then I knew that Marlin shared with the Pharaohs that strange eternity of the body that only Egypt and the Irish bog can give. Centuries hence, when we are all mouldered away, some turf-cutter will find Mrlin there and will look on a face and a figure untouched by all those years, even as though the body had obeyed the dream after all.

An Englishman honours the law, and a very convenient thing it is for everyone that he does so; but it's a dull thing when all's said. Now an Irishman will honour a song, if it's worth honouring, though his doing so is of no convenience to anybody; but he'll never honour the law....

This is written beautifully but I feel as though I'm missing the point? So much about bird hunting and such can get monotonous but I'm still gonna get through it in hopes of some subtle horror.

Wonderful set up right now. I just hope talk of birds and hunting don't bore me too much, but maybe I'll learn something.