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When I woke up this morning -- my first in Ballysheen -- the sun was ablaze / upon everything. Last evening I had driven over the nine miles from / Youghal upon Quin's car. Quin is the local baker, doing odd jobs as a / jobbing-master besides. Then the sky had been a sullen grey, no light / or hope was there to be found in it as far as your eyes could see. / Those long, lone, rutted roads were empty. Not a soul did we pass from / the bridge over the Blackwater all the way to where the dense trees / tunnel an entrance into the wee village of Ballysheen.
"Is it always as lonely as this over here? " I asked of Quin, whose eyes / were set dreamily before him, as though in the little gap between the / horse's ears he saw visions of a country we should never reach. "Are / there never any people about on the roads?"