Where Did I Get The Nerve To

I Must Congratulate Myself, In Passing, For Never Having Lost The Ability To Examine My Conscience, Never Having Lost The Gift Of Finding Myself Wanting & Defective. Why Fear The Criticism Of Others When You, Yourself, Are First Out Of The Critical Gate? If Self-denigration Is The Race I Am The Winner, Even Before The Starting Gun. Collect The Bets.

Where Did I Get The Nerve To Think I Could Handle American Teenagers? Ignorance. That's Where I Got The Nerve.

The Master Says It’s A Glorious Thing To Die For The Faith And Dad Says It’s A Glorious Thing To Die For Ireland And I Wonder If There’s Anyone In The World Who Would Like Us To Live.

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People Everywhere Brag And Whimper About The Woes Of Their Early Years, But Nothing Can Compare With The Irish Version: The Poverty; The Shiftless Loquacious Father; The Pious Defeated Mother Moaning By The Fire; Pompous Priests; Bullying School Masters; The English And The Terrible Things They Did To Us For Eight Hundred Long Years. Above All -- We Were Wet.