That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again.

— A. E. Housman, ‘Blue Remembered Hills’

Tri rudan a thig gun iarraidh: an

t-eagal, an t-eudach ’s an gaol.

(Three things that come without

asking: fear, love and jealousy.)

— a Gaelic proverb

For Stephen, with whom I travelled those happy highways.

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