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"Next year he'll piss in the coffee urns himself and laugh himself to death watching the Daughters drink coffee that's Puerto Rican and Irish piss. He says it's a great pity the Daughters will never know. He'd like to get up there on the balcony of the nineteenth-floor ballroom and make a general announcement, Daughters of the British Empire, you have just drank coffee filled with spick-mick piss and how does that feel after what you did to the Irish for eight hundred years? Oh, that'd be a sight, the Daughters clutching each other and throwing up all over the ballroom and Irish patriots dancing jigs in their graves."

"The sight of the Main Reading Room, North and South, makes me go weak at the knees. I don't know if it's the two beers I had or the excitement of my second day in New York but I'm near tears when I look at the miles of shelves and know I'll never be able to read all those books if I live till the end of the century. There are acres of shiny tables where all sorts of people sit and read as long as they like seven days a week and no one bothers them unless they fall asleep and snore. There are sections with English, Irish, American books, literature, history, religion, and it makes me shiver to think I can come here anytime I like and read anything as long as I like if I don't snore."

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