All Fiction Is Autobiographical Fantasy.

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.

Man And Woman, Love, What Is It? A Cork And A Bottle.

[...] A Darkness Shining In Brightness Which Brightness Could Not Comprehend.

People Could Put Up With Being Bitten By A Wolf But What Properly Riled Them Was A Bite From A Sheep.

Good Puzzle Would Be Cross Dublin Without Passing A Pub.