It reminded him of his Uncle Seamus, the notorious and poetic drunk, who would sit down at the breakfast table the morning after a bender, drain a bottle of stout and say 'Ah, the chill of consciousness returns — Molly O'Neill Copy Share Image
It reminded him of his Uncle Seamus, the notorious and poetic drunk, who would sit down at the breakfast table the morning after a… — Molly O'Neill Copy Share Image
“I loved him in the way that one loves those who no longer matter: poignantly.” — Molly O'Neill Copy Share Image
