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James Stephens
James Stephens (1880–1950) was an Irish novelist and poet known for his unique blend of fantasy, folklore, and Irish nationalism in his works. His most famous novel, "The Crock of Gold" (1912), is a whimsical tale that mixes mythology with satire and humor. Stephens was also celebrated for his poetry, particularly the collection "Insurrections" (1909), which reflected his engagement with Irish revolutionary ideals. In addition to his literary output, Stephens was an active figure in the Irish literary revival and had close ties with figures like W.B. Yeats.
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CHAPTER I Finnian, the Abbott of Moville, went southwards and eastwards in great haste. News had come to him in Donegal that there were yet people in his own province who believed in gods that he did not approve of, and the gods that we do not approve of are treated scurvily, even by saintly men. He was told of a powerful gentleman who observed neither Saint's day nor Sunday. "A powerful...
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CHAPTER I MONDAY This has taken everyone by surprise. It is possible, that, with the exception of their Staff, it has taken the Volunteers themselves by surprise; but, to-day, our peaceful city is no longer peaceful; guns are sounding, or rolling and crackling from different directions, and, although rarely, the rattle of machine guns can be heard also. Two days ago war seemed very far away—so far,...
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THREE HEAVY HUSBANDS I He had a high nose. He looked at one over the collar, so to speak. His regard was very assured, and his speech was that short bundle of monosyllables which the subaltern throws at the orderly. He had never been questioned, and, the precedent being absent, he had never questioned himself. Why should he? We live by question and answer, but we do not know the reply to anything until...
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