“One evening Mr Collopy asked me where the morning paper was. I handed him the nearest I could find. He handed it back to me.
“ –This
morning’s I told you.
“ –I think
that’s this morning’s.
“ –You think?
Can you not read, boy?
“ –Well… no.
“ –Well, may
the sweet Almighty God look down on us with compassion! Do you realize that at
your age Mose Art had written four symphonies and any God’s amount of lovely
songs? Pagan Neeny had given a recital on the fiddle before the King of Prussia
and John the Baptist was stranded in the desert with damn the thing to eat only
locusts and wild honey. Have you no shame man?
“ –Well, I’m
young yet.”—Irish novelist, newspaper columnist, and civil servant Brian
O’Nolan, AKA Flann O’Brien (1911-1966), The Hard Life: An Exegesis of Squalor (1961)
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