Synge

Synge’s short, eloquent book, published in 1907, remains Aran’s most vivid and accessible introduction.

Fulle blisfully they synge and endles ioy thei make (wrongly); Gg.

This is a very different thing from the dialogue of Congreve on the one hand or of J. M. Synge on the other.

It was the chorus of imitative rapture over Synge a few years ago that helped most to bring about a speedy reaction against him.

Synge was undoubtedly a man of fine genius—the genius of gloomy comedy and ironic tragedy.

In the excitement of the fight they were soon talking about Synge as though Dublin had rejected a Shakespeare.