Sir, – Joe Mulholland, a contemporary of mine from Glasgow at UCD in the early 1960s, was once walking on Killiney beach in that era when he realised that the solitary figure on a converging course was none other than Samuel Beckett.
Almost lost for words, he mumbled “Fine day!” “Indeed”, replied the writer, adding, after a short interval, “so far.”– Yours, etc,
JOHN
HORGAN
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Dublin 3.
Sir, – My dear departed Dad, on being addressed with a “Howya”, would respond, with a faint smile and an upward tilt of the head, “Ah, keeping the best side out like the cracked jug on the dresser”, even when there was nothing wrong with him.
JOYCE
O’CALLAGHAN,
Castletroy,
Limerick.