Illiterature: That Island Over There With The Trees
More gentle reading, gentle reader, this time from J.M. Synge’s (1871-1909) second novel, “That Island Over There With The Trees.”
"...On some days I feel this island as a perfect home and resting place; on other days I feel that I am a waif among the people. Yesterday, I talked with a local fisherman at length about his cleft palate, though much of our conversation was lost on me due to that very subject. Still, we parted as though old comrades of the sea, exchanging the customary rubbing of body parts before going our separate ways..."
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