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Sunday, April 16, 2017

To a sister of an enemy of the author's who disapproved of 'The Playboy'

The Curse:

Lord, confound this surly sister,
Blight her brow with blotch and blister,
Cramp her larynx, lung, and liver,
In her guts a galling give her.
Let her live to earn her dinners
In Mountjoy with seedy sinners:
Lord, this judgment quickly bring,
And I'm your servant, J. M. Synge.

J. M. Synge.


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