Time Lost and Time Remembered. "An outpost by the sea, Population 427. Twenty-seven bars, a defunct weighing machine, zinc-roofed cinema. Waves, weed. Potatoes on the uplands, drizzle on dry days. Decaying bachelors and young Helens with church medals pinned to their bodices, eyes down and kicking shins under dusty dining-room tables. We add, we subtract, we do the nine Fridays and the wind blows the seaweed onto the barbed wire."
There is a certain poetry in Edna O'Brien's description of the village in the west of Ireland where Time Lost takes place, and for the large part of an hour the same...
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