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Read: The Captains and the Kings by Jennifer Johnston โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜… ๐Ÿ“š Taking Clare by the hand, he had begun to run. Now he realized that, in all their years together, he had given her nothing, only a child that he had not allowed her to enjoy. She had slowly died of starvation. In her whole life with him only her garden had been an act of defiance against his indifference. He was suddenly shaken by anger. Not against himself but against Clare that she had denied her own right to existence. He turned from the piano to speak to her once more but the sofa was empty. โ€˜I am oldโ€™ he complained to the emptiness. I should not be tormented by the past like this? He got up slowly and went to search for the whiskey bottle. Old man, member of the disappearing Protestant ascendancy in Ireland. Stuck in his diminished big family house with little contact with the outside world. Friendship with a wee local boy stirs up memories and create misunderstanding. Thoughtful and sad.

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