Note to recorder:
Natural speed please :)
When I look back on my childhood I wonder how I survived at all.
It was, of course, a miserable childhood: the happy childhood is
hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable
childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the
miserable Irish Catholic childhood. Nothing can compare with the
Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious alcoholic father;
the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests.
