“The power of enchantment is not yet dead, nor banished out of the country yet”

Celine’s writing playfully partakes of the aesthetic of the corpse. Bodies eroding, decaying, at the cusp of death, and a multiplicity of other images flood the reader’s imagination; those fortunate enough to subsist are witnesses to the decay that will soon corrupt and overwhelm them.

The survival of your people is the most foundational moral cause.

MacDonagh and MacBride

And Connolly and Pearse

Now and in time to be,

Wherever green is worn,

Are changed, changed utterly:

A terrible beauty is born.

Ireland’s natural security and economic interests lie in its vast territorial seas. The neglect of these vital interests in previous decades has been a catastrophic strategic blunder for the state as well as a disgrace to the latent potential for this country to achieve great feats.

Desmond Fennell's infamous work 'Uncertain Dawn' attempts to link the dropping of the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki as the beginning of the end of the West.

Celine donned numerous masks: anonymous writer, salacious womaniser, outspoken racialist, critic of French chauvinism, socialist, ardent pacifist, conspiracy-monger, League of Nations surgeon, and proto-existentialist – perhaps his vagrancy should take first place?

Oh, brave young men, my love, my pride, my promise,

’Tis on you my hopes are set,

In manliness, in kindliness, in justice,

To make Erin a nation yet

Even as she screamed, her voice became thin, like a crying of wind; then she melted into a bright white mist that spired to the roof-beams, and shuddered away through the smoke hole…

The rigid cultural bulwark of Japanese society is reminiscent of Irish-Ireland; a vision of revitalised Irish culture keeping at bay the influence of alien ideals.

The future of the race is at stake. Our National integrity is being undermined. For fifteen years the Gaelic League has been building up National character. We now see it crumbling away before our eyes as we walk through the streets of Ireland's Capital

To lands where Faith's bright flag unfurled

By those who here have knelt

Shall give unto a newer world

The sceptre of the Celt.

For beyond any doubt on that day we shall rise again in the brightness of the sun, that is, in the glory of Christ Jesus our Redeemer, as children of the living God and co-heirs of Christ, made in his image; for we shall reign through him and for him and in him.

I am imperfect in many things, nevertheless I want my brethren and kinsfolk to know my nature so that they may be able to perceive my soul’s desire.

To contextualise the importance of such tales and their reflective of Old Ireland’s homely belief system, Professor Cashmond discussed the idea that folklore and other traditional customs are in essence a vernacular social contract created by a community, and deeply personalised to the local level.

“What has emerged in Ireland is an abased form Government and a debased society, incapable of producing great culture.”

“Article 41 of the Constitution was always a watered down version of what lay-Catholic organisations, the religious hierarchy and prominent intellectuals mentioned earlier were advocating for.”

'He Who is wrapped in purple robes,

With planets in His care,

Had pity on the least of things

Asleep upon a chair.

A few more years and a tradition where Seventeenth Century poets, Mediaeval storytellers, Fathers of the Church, even Neoplatonic philosophers have left their traces in the whole poems of fragmentary thoughts and isolated images will have vanished.

The family is the nucleus from which nations grow and sustain themselves. If Ireland is to survive, we must be committed to its protection.