James Stephens

The Demi-gods


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       James Stephens

      The Demi-gods

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066217471

       CHAPTER I

       CHAPTER II

       CHAPTER III

       CHAPTER IV

       CHAPTER V

       CHAPTER VI

       CHAPTER VII

       CHAPTER VIII

       CHAPTER IX

       CHAPTER X

       CHAPTER XI

       CHAPTER XII

       CHAPTER XIII

       CHAPTER XIV

       CHAPTER XV

       CHAPTER XVI

       CHAPTER XVII

       CHAPTER XVIII

       CHAPTER XIX

       CHAPTER XX

       CHAPTER XXI

       CHAPTER XXII

       CHAPTER XXIII

       CHAPTER XXIV

       CHAPTER XXV

       CHAPTER XXVI

       CHAPTER XXVII

       CHAPTER XXVIII

       CHAPTER XXIX

       CHAPTER XXX

       CHAPTER XXXI

       CHAPTER XXXII

       CHAPTER XXXIII

       CHAPTER XXXIV

       CHAPTER XXXV

      BOOK I

      PATSY MAC CANN

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      "Will you leave that donkey alone," said Patsy Mac Cann to his daughter. "I never heard the like of it," he continued testily. "I tell you the way you do be going on with the ass is enough to make a Christian man swear, so it is."

      "You let me be," she replied. "If I was doing hurt or harm to you I wouldn't mind, and if I am fond of the ass itself what does it matter to anybody?"

      "It's this way, that I don't like to see a woman kissing an ass on the snout, it's not natural nor proper."

      "A lot you know about natural and proper. Let you leave me alone now; and, besides that, doesn't the ass like it?"

      "That's not a reason; sure it doesn't matter in the world what an ass likes or dislikes, and, anyhow, an ass doesn't like anything except carrots and turnips."

      "This one does," said she stoutly.

      "And a body might be kissing an ass until the black day of doom and he wouldn't mind it."

      "This one minds."

      "Kissing an old ass!"

      "One has to be kissing something."

      "Let you kiss me then and get done with it," said he.

      She regarded him in amazement.

      "What would I kiss you for? Sure you're my father, and aren't you as old as the hills?"

      "Well, well, you're full of fun, and that's what I say. Take the winkers off that donkey's face, and let him get a bit to eat; there's grass enough, God knows, and it's good grass."

      Mary busied herself with the winkers and the bit while her father continued:

      "What I wish is this, that Christian people were able to eat grass like the beasts, and then there wouldn't be any more trouble in the world. Are you listening to me, Mary, or are you listening to the donkey?"

      "It's you I'm listening to."

      "I say this, that if every person had enough to eat there'd be no more trouble in the world and we could fight our fill. What have you got in the basket?"

      "I've the loaf that I bought in the shop at Knockbeg, and the half loaf that you took out of the woman's window—it's fresher than the other one."

      "I was guided," said her father. "We'll eat that one first the way no person can claim it. What else have you got?"

      "I've the white turnip that I found in a field."