Welcome to the Jarre de Thé

Last modified: July 7th 2001

"Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!" (Yeats, Under Ben Bulben, 1938)

A view from the Gallus Oratory and one of Poulnabrone Dolmen.

If there's one country that touches the heart of this cool, modern computer specialist it is the island of the stereotype greenishness. It may just be the projection of the sum of the desires of modern man not so hard-boiled after all into one of the last somewhat remote corners of Europe. Perhaps however, there is more to it.

And I believe there is something touching in the tranquility of an autumn sunset watched from a rock above Doolin harbour. There is something in the sadness of Irish mothers, having lost children in a fight without winners, something in watching slick New York business women hasten through Newgrange or Poulnabrone and utterly fail to comprehend.

Part of the magic undoubtedly arises from the venerable antiquity of the Irish culture where the neolithical monuments of a still very live history define what old means and put time itself into perspective. Small wonder people like Wilde, Yeats, or Swift walked the surface of this part of the planet.


Who's to blame?

Looks: Charly.
Content: Charly.
(plus a number of quotes from various sources)
Hosting: Our-Isp.
Re-Launched '01

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