A Foreign Sound
Last night at a pub here in Ennis there was a table of Americans sitting behind me and their accents seemed foreign to my ear.
posted by Delaney @ 10:11 AM
Friday, February 17, 2006
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Snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. ... -- from The Dubliners by James Joyce
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