Monologue

Michael Miskell Monologue from The Workhouse Ward

From The Workhouse Ward by Lady Gregory

male · melancholic · 34 sec

Ah, there does be a great deal of gaps knocked in a twelve-month. Why wouldn't they be knocked by the thunder, the same as the tree, or some storm that came up from the west? Mike McInerney. It was the west wind, I suppose, that devoured my green cabbage? And that rooted up my Champion potatoes? And that ate the gooseberries themselves from off the bush?

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