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I have desired, like every artist, to create a little world out of the beautiful, pleasant, and signifit things of this marred and clumsy world, and to show in a vision something of the face of Ireland to any of my own people who would look where I bid them. I have therefore written down accurately and didly much that I have heard and seen, and, except by way of entary, nothing that I have merely imagined.
I have, however, been at no pains to separate my own beliefs from those of the peasantry, but have rather let my men and women, dhouls and faeries, go their way unoffended or defended by any argument of mihe things a man has heard and seehreads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the fused distaff of memory, any who will weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well tent if it do not unbee.
Hope and Memory have one daughter and he……（内容加载失败！）
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