"Oh how we danced with the Rose of Tralee, her long hair black as a raven, Oh how we danced and she whispered to me, You'll never be going back home." - Tom Waits "Rain Dogs", 1988
Humiliation, unhappiness, discord are the ancient foods of heroes. - Jorge Luis Borges "On Blindness", 1983
Even the fulminating racists on the far side of the police barriers were temprarily awed into silence by their first sight of the champ as he stepped nimbly - lepidopterously - from the bus on to the pavement in front of Belfast City Hall.