During the evening, I spoke a few words to Synge about some Irish matter.
The other element in the story which Synge introduces into the play is equally true.
There was nothing vivacious, picturesque, rapid or vague about Synge.
This is like many Irish poets, but it is not worthy of Synge.
Synge died, just as he was beginning to attain fame, at a private hospital in Dublin March 24, 1909.
We do not know what Shakespeare thought: I do not know what Synge thought.
The effect may be compared to that of having the best work of Synge with an added national and religious interest.
It was fortunate for the Irish drama, this meeting, and fortunate for Synge.
Synge has no resentment against that truth, only interest in it as a fact that is true of people as he sees them.
And wi Rethorice com fore musice a damoisel of oure house at Synge now lyter moedes or prolaciouns now heuyer.