Books Have Become Products, Like Cereal Or

It's The Centuries, Scarlett Darling. All The Life Lived There, All The Joy And All The Sorrow, All The Feasts And Battles, They're In The Air Around And The Land Beneath You. It's Time, Years Beyond Our Counting Weighing Without Weight On The Earth. You Cannot See It Or Smell It Or Hear It Or Touch It, But You Feel It Brushing Your Skin And Speaking Without Sound. Time. And Mystery.

To Anyone With A Drop Of Irish Blood In Them The Land They Live On Is Like Their Mother. It's The Only Thing That Lasts, That's Worth Working For, For Fighting For

If Only' Repeated Again And Again In Her Head Like A Battering Ram...'if Only' Could Break Your Heart.

Books Have Become Products, Like Cereal Or Perfume Or Deodorant.

Should-haves Solve Nothing. It's The Next Thing To Happen That Needs Thinking About.