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“I will learn fifteen types of wind and know the weight of tomorrow's rain by the rustle in the sycamores.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“That's the way it is in our house, everybody knowing things but pretending they don't.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“I run the house now. The last man who said I was old enough got scalded. My mother always said there was nothing as bad as a burn. And she was right. It's turning out that I'm taking no nonsense from anybody.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“No hay al frente un jardín cuidado que haga que la gente se dé vuelta, ni canteros que desmalezar, ni prado que segar.”
Claire Keegan, Antártida
“to think these things might be deliberate.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“How come they do nothing?” I ask. I am reaching into warm straw, feeling for eggs. The hens lay less in winter. “They’re men,” she says, as if this explains everything.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“The house was hers, but a clause in her father's will gave Louisa right of residence for the duration of her life. Her father had always favored Louisa. She had given him admiration, whereas Betty only fed and clothed and cared for him.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“Seamus gets a dartboard for Christmas. He hangs it on the back door, and himself and Da throw darts and chalk up scores while Mammy and me put on our anoraks and feed the pigs and cattle and sheep and let the hens out.
     "How come they do nothing?" I ask. I am reaching into warm straw, feeling for eggs. The hens lay less in winter.
     "They're men," she says, as if this explains everything.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“there,”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“They rummage through my things, trying to find out who I am.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica
“Whatever you say, I'll manage. I will live out of a water barrel and check the skies. I will learn fifteen types of wind and know the weight of tomorrow's rain by the rustle in the sycamores. Make nettle soup and dandelion bread, ask for nothing.”
Claire Keegan, Antarctica