Letters from the Great Blasket is the only book in English by any Blascadian author |
Eibhlís ní Shúilleabháin (1911 – 12 September 1971)
Letters from the Great Blasket is the only book in English by any Blascadian author |
Eibhlís ní Shúilleabháin (1911 – 12 September 1971)
If counted well the Germans today can/could watch Dinner for One (The 90th Birthday) 20 times at different times on various TV-channels, and apart from the original in various German dialects, inclusive Schwiizerdütsch (Swiss German). Very strange folks, the Germans. Well, judge for yourself.
Tiny tip-off: Be absolutely determined not to laugh.
... and peace on earth. |
. . . and don't blame the vulture. |
. . . |
Friedrich Hölderlin (20 March 1770 – 7 June 1843)
Across the street from Seanhenge, a Christmas elf named Wolfram moved in at the beginning of December.
He has not yet been seen, but he writes regularly, and often traces of his highly varied nocturnal activities are unmistakable. |
The other day he was told in a letter that the writer's grandfather had cooked him a portion of rice, and ... |
. . . that she, the letter writer, hoped Wolfram would relish it. |
And yes, it did taste, Wolfram wrote, but asked for indulgence that unfortunately he did not quite manage to entirely eat the huge portion. |