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“The thirst for knowledge is like a piece of ass you know you shouldn’t chase; in the end, you chase it just the same.
George P. Pelecanos, Down by the River Where the Dead Men Go
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Friday evening, a young man came out of his FÁS course. He was doing well. He had a few bob in his pocket and was meeting the lads in Cuba.
The club, not the country.
A buzz was in the air, with all the false promise of the weekend. He stood for a minute at the back of the cathedral. Course, being the sparkling new generation, it never occurred to him to bless himself. Why would he? That ritual was rare to rarer. Who needs God at seventeen?
On a whim, he crossed over to the embankment, down the steps to where the ducks are. He stood at the edge, feeling good. Never heard the man. People use that path
