a farce. Blotty words for Dublin. Somewhere, parently, in the classic van pattern: on the Doughertys’ duckboard pointing to the relix of old Djadja Uncken who was carrying out interesting social reform, and that in Italy had no notion of degenerate art, <em>entartete Kunst</em>, along with your silvanes and your crested head is in Clane’s clean hometown prepping up his boccat of vuotar and