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The rest is silence...

  • 26-04-2003 6:45pm
    #1
    Banned (with Prison Access) Posts: 23,556 ✭✭✭✭


    was working at an old book sale today, and I picked up a few books for free

    one of these was an old hardcover "the rest is silence", it had no cover.. so no synopsis or anything. it was written by someone called "john d. sheridan".. it's a signed copy too, which I thought was pretty nifty when I was looking at it.

    the main characters appears to be an 80 year old man, the book is written in the 1st person, and I don't really have a clue what it's about :)

    i'm just wondering if anyone has heard of this book, or knows what the story is about? .. i'm only on page 8 or something and I'm too tired to read much tonight but it seems like it could be pretty interesting..


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  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 6,660 ✭✭✭Blitzkrieger


    It's about a giant lizard who stalks an eighty year old man until he gives him 50 cents.


  • Banned (with Prison Access) Posts: 23,556 ✭✭✭✭Sir Digby Chicken Caesar


    thanks for sharing..
    well I just finished the book and it was very good, it was about an 80 year old man from ireland (living in the states) and it follows him as he takes a journey through europe and his past, adding lil insights into his view on "the american man" and european/american relations..

    it's a pretty interesting book and a damned good read

    but anyway, I found a poem online by the same author.. thought I'd share. it's from a book of his called "joe's no saint"

    The Priestin' of Father John

    by John D. Sheridan



    They’ll be priestin’ him the morra –
    Troth it’s a quare world too!
    For I min’ the rascal that he was,
    And the things he used to do.
    Many’s a time I chased him
    When the strawberries were ripe
    Though I own I never caught him –
    He was faster nor a snipe.
    He hit me wi’ a snowball once,
    And that same very hand
    Will be blessin’ me the morra –
    Troth it’s hard to understand.

    Long Richard from Kircrubbin,
    Who a sort of far-out frien’,
    Is struttin’ round this fortnight back,
    Just like a hatchin’ hen.
    McAllister from Cargey,
    Who’s no more to him nor me,
    You’d think to hear the chat of him
    He reared him on his knee.
    Tom the Tailor’s nearly bet
    From hurryin’ on new suits,
    And there’s powerful heavy buyin’
    On caps and yella boots.
    The square is thick with buntin’ –
    Man dear there’ll be a sight
    When the late bus from Downpatrrick
    Gets in the morra night.


    Oul’ Canon Dan, God bless him,
    Will be fussin’ fit to burst,
    And the women batin’ other
    To get the blessin’ first.
    But, Canon or no Canon
    And I’d say this till his face,
    For all his bit o’ purple
    He’ll take the second place.
    Sure even if the Bishop came
    Wi’ yon big mitre on
    He wouldn’t get the welcome
    That we’ll give to Father John.

    The pains are at me constant now
    I seldom cross the door –
    But I’m crossin’ it the morra
    If I never cross it more.
    You can quit your scoldin’ , Julia
    An’ sayin’ I’m not wise –
    Sure the sight of him will ease me heart
    An’ gladden me oul’ eyes
    It won’t be easy bendin’,
    An’ the oul’ knees will hurt
    But I’ll get down there fornenst him
    In all the mud and dirt.

    And if I get the chance at all
    I’ll whisper in his ear
    (Och I’ll do it nice and quiet
    so that no one else will hear) :
    “If anything should happen me
    before you go away,
    it’s no one but yourself I want
    to shrive me on the clay.
    Th’ oul’ Canon mightn’t like it
    For he’s still hale and strong,
    And I’m sure if he anointed me
    He wouldn’t do it wrong.
    But I’d feel more contented
    If the hand to bless me when I go
    Was the hand that threw the snowball
    Twenty years ago.”


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 17,080 ✭✭✭✭Tusky


    inter00sting ! verrrry inter00sting


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