I remember reading Portrait of the Artist in a park, practically straight through, and I loved the stories in Dubliners.
An American crowd would have made for the main exhibition building, but I doubt if the Dubliners noticed that it was raining.
As to Glendalough, it is so much a holiday place for the Dubliners that it is no wonder everything portable has disappeared.
Thanks to the Unionist leaders, whose ability and devotion are here warmly recognised, the Dubliners know no fear.
The sketches in "Dubliners" are perfect, each in its own way, and all in one way: they imply a vast deal that is not said.
His earlier book, "Dubliners," contained several well-constructed stories, several sketches rather lacking in form.
