Sean O'Casey, Autobiographies (1939- )

‘He would hold the wisdom and courage that these conditions had given him. Wheresoever he would go, whomsoever he might meet, be the plays never so noble in rank and origin, he, O’Casey, would every preserve, ever wear - though he would never flaunt it - the tattered bag of his tribe.’ (Inisfallen,Fare Thee Well, Macmillan Edn., p.287.)

‘It’s I who know that well: when it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me; when you suffered me to starve rather than thrive towards death in an Institution, you gave me life to pay with as a richer child is given a coloured ball.’ (Red Roses for Me, London 1963, p.135.)

‘I have nothing to do with Beckett. He isn’t in me; nor am I in him. I am not waiting for Godot to bring me life; I am after life myself. And there is life and energy even in deca (not Beckett’s but nature’s, for dead leaves turn to loam and dry bones to phosphates.’ (Blasts and Benedictions, Macmillan, p.51.)

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