There I was, all set to start this write-up on the perfect line. I had gone over it in my head when I’d be passing by the pub on the bus, reciting different variations of it, playing around with the phrasing and the timing over and over again: It might seem strange to have a| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by lock to Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw hat, saluting Paddy Dignam. They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. Near it now. James Joyce, Ulysses, 1920 A hearse and mourning coaches stood empty outside the Brian Boru House| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
In stoic defiance, they stand before me with their arms folded and their serious faces downcast. One of them repeats what the other has already said – but this time in a different phrasing: | www.dublinbypub.ie
