14 Chapter Fourteen: The Fenian Cycle: Fionn MacCumhaill (Finn McCool) and Oisin

“Jesus, downtown [Cork] was like a war zone. Flagship shops had taken the brunt of a full economic broadside. . . The Cork of my youth that had been indelibly etched in my brain had fallen into terminal decay–and like Oísin’s return fromTír na NÓg, I had dismounted from my white steed and was destined to stay.”  –Cónal Creedon, The Spaghetti Bowl, p. 99.

“When the news was finished [the Tailor] gave his opinion. ‘That fellow knows his geography pretty well.  He should get full marks. But I wonder if he could find his way on a misty night from Barlin to Lackabawn. Ask him, will you, if he has any news of the people in Tir Na Og, or if he knows what is going to happen tomorrow” (The Tailor and Ansty 53-54).