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FLANN O’BRIEN
The Dalkey Archive
Fourth Estate
An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
This Harper Perennial Modern Classics edition published 2007
Previously published in paperback by Grafton in 1986 (reprinted once), Paladin 1990 and as a Flamingo Modern Classic in 1993 (reprinted 10 times)
First published in Great Britain by MacGibbon & Kee Ltd 1964
Copyright © Brian O’Nolan 1964
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I dedicate these pages to my Guardian Angel, impressing upon him that I’m only fooling and warning him to see to it that there is no misunderstanding when I go home.
Contents
P.S. Ideas, Interviews & Features …
About the Author(s)
The Dalkey Archive: Not So Much an Encore as a Rehearsal
Re: Joyce
Joyce: Portraits of the Artist as a Fictional Character
If You Loved This, You Might Like …
Dalkey is a little town maybe twelve miles south of Dublin, on the shore. It is an unlikely town, huddled, quiet, pretending to be asleep. Its streets are narrow, not quite self-evident as streets and with meetings which seem accidental. Small shops look closed but are open. Dalkey looks like an humble settlement which must, a traveller feels, be next door to some place of the first importance and distinction. And it is – vestibule of a heavenly conspection.
Behold it. Ascend a shaded, dull, lane-like way, per iter, as it were, tenebricosum, and see it burst upon you as if a curtain had been miraculously