"there was something tongue-tied, twisted, and unhappy in her. she had a curious, raw, almost timid smile as though she thought people only intended to hurt her."
in the midst of the teasing, knowing narrative voice of frank o'connor stories there always seems to be an acknowledgement of pain and loss. this seems to be national predisposition of the irish. it might be why i love them and their writers so madly. i enjoyed these stories very much. i expected to laugh more but then i always expect to laugh more.