‘An Irishman’s house is his coffin’

Eammon Fitzgerald, finds the only way he can to bid farewell to the paradoxical character that was Charlie Haughey. Who better to turn to than Joyce:

His last lie on the earth in his box. When you think of them all it does seem a waste of wood. All gnawed through. They could invent a handsome bier with a kind of panel sliding let it down that way. Ay but they might object to be buried out of another fellow’s. They’re so particular. Lay me in my native earth. Bit of clay from the holy land. Only a mother and deadborn child ever buried in the one coffin. I see what it means. I see. To protect him as long as possible even in the earth. The Irishman’s house is his coffin. Enbalming in catacombs, mummies, the same idea.


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