I don't know at what point the intercourse and whispers of confession talked the pillow down and turned it easily and conveniently into the sacrament of reconciliation with its push and pull higher than the tides of Fundy but there it is and so I am like the guest at Joyce's dinner party in The Dead who reports the regret of a woman in "Broken Vows" whose man promised her and said a lie to her and who had taken east and west from her and taken what is before her and behind her when her mother told her not to be talking with him too late and though late like all regrets this lament was fresh in spite of being added by Huston to Joyce who never had it in Dubliners and even when Huston added it it was hardly new having been Englished from then hundred year old Irish by Lady Augusta Gregory who counted Yeats her man and bore him in mind when she rendered "Donal Og" to protest his love the way a...