I stumble on an idea once a fortnight if I am lucky. One day a fellow said to Cantwell: --I'd give you such a belt in a second. But though the tears scalded his eyes and his limbs quivered with pain and fright he held back the hot tears and the cry that scalded his throat. What does he know about the way from Sallygap to Larras? Or what does he know about anything for that matter? And the big slobbering washing-pot head of him! He broke into a loud long laugh.