“ When I look back on my childhood wonder how survived at all. It was of course a miserable childhood: the happy is hardly worth your while. Worse than ordinary Irish childhood and worse yet Catholic " nothing can compare with version: poverty shiftless loquacious alcoholic father pious defeated mother moaning by fire ” The master says it’s glorious thing to die for Faith Dad Ireland if there’s anyone in world who would like us live. determination poor sad neglected