I think of the bog as a feminine goddess-ridden ground, rather like the territory of Ireland itself.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland.
Ireland was, of old, called the Isle of Saints because of the great number of holy ones of both sexes who flourished there in former ages or who, coming thence, propagated the faith amongst other nations.
Irish mythology is gorgeous, and so are the fairies, but they are very misrepresented in the U.K. They are not little creatures with wings.
I have encountered on this long road an enthusiasm for an Irishness which will be built on recognising again those sources from which spring the best of our reason and curiosity.
I think Irish women are strong as horses, incredibly loyal and for the most part, funny, witty, bright and optimistic in the face of devastating reality.
I was raised in a very old fashioned Ireland where women were reared to be lovely.
The Ireland I now inhabit is one that these Irish contemporaries have helped to imagine.
My father was totally Irish, and so I went to Ireland once. I found it to be very much like New York, for it was a beautiful country, and both the women and men were good-looking.
The image of Ireland is projected as a male image in the acting world, similar to the way that the word of Ireland is male dominated.
Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.