Plot Is The Knowing Of Destination.

But To Be Quite Oneself One Must First Waste A Little Time.

The Irish Landowner, Partly From Laziness But Also From An Indifferent Delicacy, Does Not Interfere In The Lives Of The People Round. Sport And Death Are The Two Great Socializing Factors In Ireland, But These Cannot Operate The Whole Time: On The Whole, The Landowner Leaves His Tenants And Work-people To Make Their Own Mistakes, While He Makes His.

The Paradox Of Romantic Love -- That What One Possesses, One Can No Longer Desire -- Was At Work.

Nothing, That Is Say No One, Can Be Such An Inexorable Tour-conductor As One's Own Conscience Or Sense Of Duty, If One Allows Either The Upper Hand: The Self-bullying That Goes On In The Name Of Sight-seeing Is Grievous.

Fate Is Not An Eagle, It Creeps Like A Rat.