Ireland
Tate

Why go to Ireland when you can get just as wet in Wales, as drunk in Doncaster and as happy in Honolulu? Let me explain. It is first of all a country of poets. Indeed, Irishmen play upon their language as we play upon our musical instruments, plunging us into despair one moment and rapture the next. And they do love playing. ('My one claim to fame in Ireland is that I have never made a speech'.) They seem to have time, when the rest of us have ulcers. They see humour where we see trouble, and are wry with it. (' A woman drove me to drink and I never even had the courtesy to thank her'.) They are lyrical, romantic, tough and hopeful - banking heavily on God having a sense of humour. Ireland also has some of the loveliest countryside in Europe and if you take this book along you will be lured deep into it. And when you get there you will find yourself among friends, for this book is a glittering collection of appealing people, living in houses that are a mix of the spectacular, the cosy and the unusual. Here's another ludicrous generalisation: they make terrific friends, for friendship is much of what life is about. In England we suffer from a haunting fear that someone somewhere else, may be happier than we are. In Ireland they expect to be happy. You can see what even the thought of Ireland does to you. Here I am writing drivel when I should be luring you into the book. Hey - but you'll go there anyway, I know you will.

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Wydawnictwo: inne
Data wydania: b.d
Kategoria: Podróżnicze
ISBN: 978-1-901-97070-8
Liczba stron: 0