Brendan walks into Mcdoogals and sees shlin28 sitting there drinking beer. Brendan says I havent seen you in the bar much. You havent been drinking much lately. shlin says I been cutting back on beer. Brendan says then youre not really irish are you. And Brendan kills him with a knife. shlin died and he heard Brendan say you should have fought for ireland. then he leaves a card which says Two Blind Mice.
While other men frittered away their lives in the pub, Greyblades spent his time in study. Although he had by nature nothing heroic about him, and preferred running about the country to books—or at least books of information—for, provided that nothing like useful knowledge could be gained from them, provided they were all story and no reflection, he had never any objection to books at all. But he was in training to become a hero; he read all such works as a hero must read to supply their memories with those quotations which are so serviceable and so soothing in the vicissitudes of their eventful lives.
From Pope, he learnt to censure those who
"bear about the mockery of woe."
From Gray, that
"Many a flower is born to blush unseen,
"And waste its fragrance on the desert air."
From Thompson, that—
"It is a delightful task
"To teach the young idea how to shoot."
And from Shakespeare he gained a great store of information — amongst the rest, that—
"Trifles light as air,
"Are, to the jealous, confirmation strong,
"As proofs of Holy Writ."
And that
"The poor beetle, which we tread upon,
"In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great
"As when a giant dies."
So far his improvement was sufficient—and in many other points he came on exceedingly well; for though he could not write sonnets, he brought herself to read them; and though there seemed no chance of him throwing a whole party into raptures by a prelude on the pianoforte, of his own composition, he could listen to other people's performance with very little fatigue. His greatest deficiency was in the pencil—he had no notion of drawing—not enough even to attempt a sketch of his lover's profile, that she might be detected in the design. There he fell miserably short of the true heroic height. Oswald certainly thought so, and laughed to himself at the thought of a little Irish boy attempting to comprehend Shakespeare.
As Greyblades turned the page in his book a note fell out. Penned of course by Oswald, it nevertheless had a light, feminine slant to it and purported to be from an admirer of Greyblade's who, as a fellow admirer of Shakespeare was greatly excited at the prospect of conversing at length about his plays and sonnets. She invited him for a walk along the riverbank outside the village, by moonlight!
The note was signed "Iago". Oswald could barely contain himself when he saw how eagerly Greyblades donned his coat and hurried off to the meeting place.
In the morning, the body of Greyblades was found washed up on the shore near the edge of town. The investigation determined that he had crawled out onto the branch of a willow tree farther upstream and had drowned when the branch broke and dropped him into the river. This determination, read by Oswald in the morning paper, caused him to soak said paper in his morning coffee, drawing disapproving looks from the other patrons as he laughed loud and long at the expense of the people of Inishmore, and of the Irish in general.
"Provincial scarcely describes it" he said, when he had regained his composure. Donny, seated nearby and thinking the comment was addressed to him, nodded his head in agreement, wondering what "provincial" meant. It certainly wasn't a word he'd been taught during the six months he'd spent in school. Of course the vast quantities of cheap beer he swilled every night, even at a young age, had rather impaired his learning abilities.
As the town gathered again in the morning, the talk was not of the murders, but of the current rumour. "Donney's alive and 'ere ta 'elp, watch 'is space".
Alive:
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
LittleGrizzly
Reenk Roink
GeneralHankerchief
Sasaki Kojiro
Lord Winter
White Eyes
Seamus
Factionheir
serierkhaan
yoyoma1910
Diana Abnoba
boudica
Sigurd
El Diablo
Dead:
Publius Aelius Hadrianus
A Very Super Market
Jolt
taka
Polemists
gaelic cowboy
Alexander the Pretty Good
CountArach
Psychonaut
YLC
Captain Blackadder
greyblades
shlin28
Lynched:
Beefy187
F.C is the bees knees
777ares777
Ituralde
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