"The country is gone mad. Instead of
countin' their beads, now they're countin' bullets;
their Hail Marys and their paternosters are burstin' bombs —burstin'
bombs, an' the rattle of machine guns; petrol is their holy water;
their mass is a burnin' buildin'; their De Profundis is 'The Soldiers'
Song,' an' their creed is, 1 believe in the gun almighty, maker of
heaven and earth —an' it's all for the glory o' God an' the honor o'
—Sean O'Casey, The Shadow of a Gunman
THE shadow that fell across O'Casey's Dublin during the 1920s has become the...