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"Television was a new
innovation I remembered. It was being developed just before the war
started but the BBC suspended the service in 1939 when Britain declared war on
Germany. I’d only read about this new phenomenon and had never actually seen
one, apart from a picture in a newspaper article that accompanied the story
about this new radio with pictures, as the writer had described it."
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"I listened without interruption but nothing in what he said explained why in my head I was a twenty-seven year old man but the mirror revealed a man in his late fifties who bore no resemblance to my own mental picture of my own face."
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"Armed with the writing materials I found my way to the reading room and began my research by glancing through some newspapers. They all had the same date, 25th March 2000, which was over fifty years after the last thing I could remember."
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“I don’t think I formally introduced myself,” he said, pouring the tea and laying the kettle down beside the sink. ” I’m Father Ignatius, Cornelius, Flaherty, Catholic Priest, of this Parish, an alleged former member of the Irish Republican Army, and in days gone by a wanted man...”
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“In the old days back in Ireland I met many a wanted man. Every one of them was described by the police as dangerous, including myself, but I believe the police and politicians tend to exaggerate in many cases and more often than not the truth is a stranger to them...”
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“Father Flaherty!” she said, like a mother about to scold a misbehaving child. “You cannot go about saying things like that about the Bishop. You cannot accuse the Bishop of being a cheat.”
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"In the book, entitled, “Evil Within”, McIntosh had argued that society will inevitably have to accept that there are some people in the world who are simply evil. They are not mentally ill or suffering from any other medical aberration. They are simply bad people with no conscience and no remorse for their actions."
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"I’m not a literary person. True crime, detective novels, books on sport, that’s about my limit.”
“So! No poetry. No Blake, Shelly, Oscar Wilde?”
I laughed! “Where I come from poetry’s for sissies,” I said.
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"Suddenly I heard a hissing sound and the room began to fill with smoke. My eyes began to sting and fill up with tears but before I could take any action a body fell on me from above and two others took me from behind, pitching me forward on to the floor my head narrowly missing the coffee table. “Armed police! Down! Down! Down!” A number of voices yelled over and over again before my world became a blank.”
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."If the tests concluded anything, they said I was a normal reasonable man. I was the man on the Clapham omnibus. The man who rolled up his shirts sleeves on a sunny Sunday afternoon and mowed his lawn, whilst chatting amiably with his neighbour next door over the garden wall. How then, one could ask, could someone like this be confined in a mental institution?"
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“Your normal clients are wealthy celebrities and politicians who apparently become emotionally distraught and have their reputations ruined because a newspaper calls them boring or they’re caught with their fingers in the till and can’t face up to their responsibilities and take it on the chin. People like me fought for those bastards. Frankly they make me sick. Sure after all the hullabaloo of a high profile court case all that happens in the end is that some of their wealth is transferred to you and within a couple of weeks everybody has forgotten all about it. Nobody dies, nobody goes to prison and nobody is locked up in a mental institution. Self indulgent bastards if you ask me.”
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”There’s an old saying that the higher up the tree the monkey goes the more you see of its arse and I’ve seen quite a few arses in my day. So I suppose what I’m saying is I’m a cynical old bastard with a specific view on most things in the world. I don’t believe anything a politician tells me, I have no religion or any of that other shit. When you’re dead you’re dead and that’s an end of the matter as far as I’m concerned. I don’t know why we’re here and I care even less."
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"I listened without interruption but nothing in what he said explained why in my head I was a twenty-seven year old man but the mirror revealed a man in his late fifties who bore no resemblance to my own mental picture of my own face."
.............................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Armed with the writing materials I found my way to the reading room and began my research by glancing through some newspapers. They all had the same date, 25th March 2000, which was over fifty years after the last thing I could remember."
..............................................................................................................................................................................................................
“I don’t think I formally introduced myself,” he said, pouring the tea and laying the kettle down beside the sink. ” I’m Father Ignatius, Cornelius, Flaherty, Catholic Priest, of this Parish, an alleged former member of the Irish Republican Army, and in days gone by a wanted man...”
.............................................................................................................................................................................................................
“In the old days back in Ireland I met many a wanted man. Every one of them was described by the police as dangerous, including myself, but I believe the police and politicians tend to exaggerate in many cases and more often than not the truth is a stranger to them...”
............................................................................................................................................................................................................
“Father Flaherty!” she said, like a mother about to scold a misbehaving child. “You cannot go about saying things like that about the Bishop. You cannot accuse the Bishop of being a cheat.”
,.............................................................................................................................................................................................................
"In the book, entitled, “Evil Within”, McIntosh had argued that society will inevitably have to accept that there are some people in the world who are simply evil. They are not mentally ill or suffering from any other medical aberration. They are simply bad people with no conscience and no remorse for their actions."
.............................................................................................................................................................................................................
"I’m not a literary person. True crime, detective novels, books on sport, that’s about my limit.”
“So! No poetry. No Blake, Shelly, Oscar Wilde?”
I laughed! “Where I come from poetry’s for sissies,” I said.
.............................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Suddenly I heard a hissing sound and the room began to fill with smoke. My eyes began to sting and fill up with tears but before I could take any action a body fell on me from above and two others took me from behind, pitching me forward on to the floor my head narrowly missing the coffee table. “Armed police! Down! Down! Down!” A number of voices yelled over and over again before my world became a blank.”
.............................................................................................................................................................................................................
."If the tests concluded anything, they said I was a normal reasonable man. I was the man on the Clapham omnibus. The man who rolled up his shirts sleeves on a sunny Sunday afternoon and mowed his lawn, whilst chatting amiably with his neighbour next door over the garden wall. How then, one could ask, could someone like this be confined in a mental institution?"
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“Your normal clients are wealthy celebrities and politicians who apparently become emotionally distraught and have their reputations ruined because a newspaper calls them boring or they’re caught with their fingers in the till and can’t face up to their responsibilities and take it on the chin. People like me fought for those bastards. Frankly they make me sick. Sure after all the hullabaloo of a high profile court case all that happens in the end is that some of their wealth is transferred to you and within a couple of weeks everybody has forgotten all about it. Nobody dies, nobody goes to prison and nobody is locked up in a mental institution. Self indulgent bastards if you ask me.”
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”There’s an old saying that the higher up the tree the monkey goes the more you see of its arse and I’ve seen quite a few arses in my day. So I suppose what I’m saying is I’m a cynical old bastard with a specific view on most things in the world. I don’t believe anything a politician tells me, I have no religion or any of that other shit. When you’re dead you’re dead and that’s an end of the matter as far as I’m concerned. I don’t know why we’re here and I care even less."
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