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• A gathering of literary thoughts.
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One car driven very fast suddenly disturbed the settling silence. The silence of the village was intense. No dog barked, no cock crowed, a single cow mooed somewhere. He began to make sandwiches. After a long time, motors starting up around the church broke the silence; came closer; crossed the bridge.

The voices followed. They sounded more animated now than the voices on their way to Mass. As with the other symbolic themes this particular opposition is introduced into the story at an earlier point when the omniscient narrator observes a scene in the dayroom at the barracks where there is silence while the guards are waiting for a phone call — the noise of the telephone mirroring the earlier noisy cheerfulness of the chatting policemen Richard Farnham returns to his point of departure too — his home — but he clearly arrives there in a different state from the one he set out in, as a more advanced person.

And yet he always returned to his native roots, the environment he grew up in, and eventually settled down in, namely on Foxfield, his farm in Co. As if aware of such considerations McGahern himself readily admitted that his focus when writing was on the weighing of words:. You know that each words has a different weight, and what always fascinated me, even if you change a small word in a sentence, is that all the other words demand to be rearranged. Louvel The short story as a genre is often perceived as poetry in prose.

An awareness of the construction and the careful positioning of the words in the short fiction of both Hemingway and McGahern may certainly help to substantiate this claim. London: Picador, Cardin, Bertrand. Conarroe, Joel. Deane, Seamus. A Short History of Irish Literature. Farrell, J. A Girl in the Head , London: Fontana, Fitzgerald, Penelope. Gueguen, Paul. Gonzales Casademont, Rosa. Lloyd, Richard Burr.

McGahern, John. Amongst Women. London: Faber and Faber, The Barracks. The Dark. London: Faber and Faber, , Byatt and Peter Porter, eds.

London: Vintage, , The John McGahern Papers. P71 [accessed on 14 March ]. Malcolm, David.

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Prusse, Michael C. Nothing could be found where it should be, not socks or shoes, schoolbags, sweaters, lunches or homework and to make it entirely worse the bus to school was being driven like a funeral procession at about five miles per hour. Now the driver, if asked, might have given some intricate story about the vagaries of the internal combustion engine, but I suspect that he, as with all of us on that ride had simply overindulged over the course of the extraordinary holiday and we were now having trouble getting our own engines firing so to speak.

At any rate, the situation was deteriorating badly and it seemed inevitable that I would be late for school, well beyond any reasonable excuse that is.

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Now third class in our particular Christian Brothers school meant you had Bruyers and Bruyers had a far reaching reputation as one who would straighten out the most wayward of boys in a heartbeat, with discipline and with a leather strap if necessary. This was a towering hulk of a man in a huge black cassock that swayed an inch above the floor with countless buttons from his close shaven chin to the shiny toes of his black leather shoes.

Many years later in a movie theater in Los Angeles, I would watch Darth Vader first appear onscreen and emerge from his Imperial shuttle to inspect the new death star. I was immediately frozen on the spot, by a flashback of this huge authoritive man.

Let me put it this way, Bruyers was definitely not a man to be trifled with. Finally we reach the bus stop at Parnell Square. I hop from the still moving tailboard for extra thrust and hit the ground running, knees bright red from the cold. I am dashing up to the intersection when I see him. Behind me is the squealing of rubber tires and a voice yelling.. I see my chance. Lord almighty, I did it. Boy that was harrowing. So I am now finally in a room of some thirty odd juveniles raving about the brilliant week they just had and smushing leftover Easter egg chocolate all over their faces.

I am safe and ready, delighted even, to resume the normal daily ritual of schoolboy life again.

The morning is fabulously boring as usual and absolutely nothing unexpected happens, that is until I hear a knock on the door at about ten a. I consider my seat to be the best in the class, as being nearest the door I get to do the honors. So I amble up to the huge ancient Victorian wooden door and crack it. Bollix no.! Quickly I scurry through the door pulling it shut behind me before anyone can see the diminutive visitor. I immediately launch into my last possible defense. A pathetic plea for mercy spews from my trembling lips, but I can hardly hear my own words.

He is speaking too and there is an awkward verbal tangle, a confusion. I think he is shaking his fist at me but then I see a small box in his shaking hand, he wants me to look, calm down he says. Finally, in silence, I slowly open the box, it is heavy and there lying on a bed of the softest cotton wool is a huge shimmering golden medallion.

The headquarters of the rebellion. There are flames spurting from all the windows and high above the fluted columns of the portico flies the proud flag of the rebel insurrection.

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