I remember reading Portrait of the Artist in a park, practically straight through, and I loved the stories in Dubliners.
As to Glendalough, it is so much a holiday place for the Dubliners that it is no wonder everything portable has disappeared.
The sketches in "Dubliners" are perfect, each in its own way, and all in one way: they imply a vast deal that is not said.
An American crowd would have made for the main exhibition building, but I doubt if the Dubliners noticed that it was raining.
Thanks to the Unionist leaders, whose ability and devotion are here warmly recognised, the Dubliners know no fear.
His earlier book, "Dubliners," contained several well-constructed stories, several sketches rather lacking in form.
They are great at figures, and by them they try to show that they, and not the Dubliners, should be first considered.
The Dubliners are beginning to publicly ridicule their Nationalist members.
The Dubliners must have their fun, and, like the Parisians, will sport with matters of heaviest import.