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Home before night by hugh leonard
Home before night by hugh leonard









What are you reading there, anyway?’ He picked up a book from Jack’s table. And you the fellow with his nose forever stuck ‘Lord God, I’m from Cork where they eat their young, yet I know him backwards. ‘You what? You call yourself a Dublin man and you never heard tell of O’Casey?’ It comes in at the end of the Plough and the Stars. He had been there for six months when a man named Paddy Malone remarked to him: ‘A great ending to a great play.’ ‘What is?’ ‘That tune you were whistling: “Keep the Home fires Burning”. He could never be as unhappy again as he had been on that first day, but more than ever he longed to be free of the place. That needed burying, but before long he realised that he was in an orchestra of head cases, with Mr Drumm as the conductor. ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘did you rub it out on me?’ At first, Jack had thought that the people around him were mummies He was bent over the book for a long time, and when he straightened up his face threw a pink, happy light ‘Do as I say!’ There was a hush in the room as Mr Kennedy got up from his table, taking with him the magnifying glass he Mr Drumm’s finger stabbed at the book like the needle of a sewing machine. Now sign this book or be marked absent.’ Mr Kennedy just grinned as if he was too cute to fall for an old trick the A redness was spreading into Mr Drumm’s face.

home before night by hugh leonard

‘Oh, I signed it right enough,’ Mr Kennedy said happily. ‘You did not sign your name,’ Mr Drumm said. ‘Oh, I signed me name,’ Mr Kennedy said without budging from his chair, and sure enough Jack had seen him bending over the One day, he made to pick up the book, then looked closely at it. In this autobiographical text, Irish author Hugh Leonard remembers moments from his youth that triggered his curiosity for theatre and set the course for his later career as a playwright/dramatist.Įvery morning when you came in, you signed the attendance book, and Mr Drumm would carry it off to his own table to mark the Unexpectedly weird, unusually suspenseful, disturbedly gripping, fascinatingly enigmatic … In this rubric we present various perspectives on theatre – historical and contemporary, intercultural and culture-specific,











Home before night by hugh leonard