I remember the time and the place--the corner of the lawn, the shade of the great beeches and the long, hot summer afternoon. The lane behind the terrace was waterlogged and as he went down it slowly, choosing his steps amid heaps of wet rubbish, he heard a mad nun screeching in the nuns' madhouse beyond the wall. --Why? --Do you know? --Who told you? --Tell us, Athy. Steadfast in our faith in the Almighty, we will advance toward a world where man's freedom is secure.