Thursday, December 15, 2022
In bed at 9:30, up at 4:30 with thoughts of Christmas gifts for grandchildren. Looks like we missed the 1" to 3" snow predicted for us, getting some more rain, 34 degrees working towards 36 high with more southerly wind.
Christmas/Birthday presents Finally got help from Andy and the grandchildren re wish lists, more costly than I had thought but, on reflection, not all that much more than I anticipated. Challenge now will be time of delivery and wrapping. Peter's sweatpants won't arrive till next month.
Bird Alone, p. 226: "I stole off as soon as I could- Elsie was waiting for me in the stables. We whispered together and I told her what had happened. I told her that unless she confessed the truth we would never be allowed to marry. She gripped me and cried aloud: "No! Not tell! I could never face them. Not Father Arty! And Willie going for a Jesuit. They'd turn him from the seminary if they knew. You mustn't, Corney. Promise me." "Very well." We went out to the river path, and she halted there by the cold river-pool under the oak. "I wish I could down myself," she murmured, and she shivered at the smooth vat of darkness. . . .
The setting of the novel is County Cork after the death of Parnell, 1891. The Irish Catholic Church reigned supreme, in government, and in the minds of the governed.
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