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'The Irish Republic is entitled to, and hereby claims, the allegiance of every Irishman and Irishwoman. The Republic guarantees religious and civil liberty, equal rights and equal opportunities to all its citizens, and declares its resolve to pursue the happiness and prosperity of the whole nation and of all its parts, cherishing all of the children of the nation equally.'
Excerpt from 'The Proclamation of the Irish Republic', 1916
Dedica
questa storia è dedicata alle madri e ai figli che hanno sofferto nelle Case della madre e del bambino e nelle Magdalene Laundries in Irlanda
e a Mary McCay, maestra
Incipit
In ottobre gli alberi erano gialli.
Citazioni
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As they carried on along and met more people Furlong did and did not know, he found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another? Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go up against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?
Always it was the same, Furlong thought; always they carried mechanically on without pauses, to the next job at hand.What would life be like, he wondered, if they were given time to think and reflect on things? (18%)
What most tormented him was not so much how she'd been left in the coal shed or the stance of the Mother Superior; the worst was how the girl had been handled while he was present and how he'd allowed that and had not asked about her baby -- the one thing she had asked him to do -- and how he had taken the money and left her there at the table with nothing before her and the breast milk leaking under the little cardigan and staining her blouse, and how he'd gone on, like a hypocrite, to Mass. (77%)
Why were the things that were closest so often the hardest to see? (87%)
Already he could feel a world of trouble waiting for him behind the next door, but the worst that could have happened was also already behind him; the thing not done, which could have been -- which he would have had to live with for the rest of his life. (95%)
'If you don't slow down, you'll meet yourself coming back, Eileen.' 'No more than yourself.' 'At least I've Sundays off.' 'You have them off but do you take them, is the question.'
'The years don't slow down any as they pass.'
He was touching forty but didn't feel himself to be getting anywhere or making any kind of headway and could not but sometimes wonder what the days were for.
But people said lots of things – and a good half of what was said could not be believed; never was there any shortage of idle minds or gossips about town.
'Not one thing,' she said. 'What have we to answer for?' 'Well, I didn't think there was anything but listening to you now, I'm not so sure.'
'If you want to get on in life, there's things you have to ignore, so you can keep on.'
The blow was cheap but it was the first he'd heard from her, in all their years together. Something small and hard gathered in his throat then which he tired but felt unable to voice or swallow. In the finish, he could neither swallow it down nor find any words to ease what had come between them.
It seemed both proper and at the same time deeply unfair that so much of life was left to chance.
it was a matter of learning how to manage and balance the give-and-take in a way that let you get on with others as well as your own. But as soon as the thought came to him, he knew the thought itself was privileged and wondered why he hadn't given the sweets and other things he'd been gifted at some of the houses to the less well-off he had met in others. Always, Christmas brought out the best and the worst in people.
Ultime parole
Mentre percorreva la strada in salita verso la porta di casa sua con la ragazza a piedi nudi e le scarpe nella scatola, la sua paura pesava di gran lunga piú di qualsiasi altra cosa provasse al momento, ma nel suo stupido cuore non solo sperava ma aveva il diritto di credere che ce l'avrebbero fatta.
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Se alcuni hanno paragonato Piccole cose da nulla ad un racconto cechoviano penso che il confronto si fermi alla prima metà del libro.
"Perché le cose più vicine sono spesso le più difficili da vedere?"
(pagina 82) (