I am so at home in Dublin, more than any other city, that I feel it has always been familiar to me. It took me years to see through its soft charm to its bitter prickly kernel - which I quite like too.

Louis MacNeice

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Barefoot Kings?

Barefoot Kings?

John Minahane

Sifting the evidence on civilisation in Gaelic Ulster

Can history save us?

Can history save us?

Eoin O’Brien

The need for global preparedness before the next pandemic arrives

The Inflection Point

The Inflection Point

Fergus O’Ferrall

Literacy in religious thinking may be necessary to tackle the world crisis

Walking the Wild Side

Walking the Wild Side

Patrick Duffy

Wintering out in Mayo’s lonely glens and boglands

Hail Ruritania!

Hail Ruritania!

Jim Smyth

A kingdom’s progress: from Duck Soup to Princess Diana

Succeeding in Solitude
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Succeeding in Solitude

Luke Warde

In 2014, the French writer Sylvain Tesson fell some ten metres while trying to scale the side of a friend’s home. The accident not only left him with lasting physical ailments; it also transformed him from enthusiastic global tourist to philosopher and aesthete of solitude.

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