Found in derelict cottage, west of Ireland, 2003. Open at Chapter II: Ireland -
its beauty and its sadness. 'There is never but one first impression; all else is
second in time and in degree. It is twenty-eight years since I first saw the shores
of England and of Ireland, and then they were to me like some celestial country.'
360pp, 112 x 200mm, hbk, tunnelled by woodworm and bookworm,
chewed by mice, reduced by damp and fatigue.
€750