The Flogging of Punchinello



Hewson challenged Keating to a debate. Keating said he’d be there with ‘bells on’, and flashed a smile. ‘It’s a great tactic to smile’, I said. ‘You may as well be relaxed,’ he said and flexed his shoulders loose. ‘They don’t know what you’re thinking when you smile, ‘ I said. ‘That’s right,’ he said, ‘they wonder – what’s the cunt thinking?’ ‘that’s right,’ I said. ‘Bad things,’ he said; ‘that’s what I’m thinking. Bad things.’ – Don Watson, Recollections of a Bleeding Heart




“Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.”
― James Joyce, The Dead