Maire is sat in the classroom of the hedge school in Baile Beag. She
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Sweet smell! Sweet smell! Every year at this time somebody comes back with stories of the sweet smell. Sweet God, did the potatoes ever fail in Baile Beag? Well, did they ever - ever? Never! There was never blight here. Never. Never. But we’re always sniffing around for it, aren’t we? - looking for disaster. The rents are going up again - the harvest’s going to be lost - the herring have gone away forever - there’s going to be evictions. Honest to God, some of you people aren’t happy unless you’re miserable and you’ll not be content until you’re dead!
Brial Friel. Translations. Faber & Faber, 1981. p.21
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