I don’t get back to Ireland much more than once a year. I rely on my sister to keep me up-to-date, and on occasional chats with old friends who are mostly busy with babas these days. But to really get a fix on the place, I read World Weary, a national advice column written by Quentin Fottrell. Quentin was of the same UCD vintage as me, and waltzed around our Sixties Brutalist campus in a maroon velvet smoking jacket, a pocket-sized Oscar Wilde. Now his terrifying task is to bring light to Ireland’s gothic dating culture:
Dear Q,
My life seems to be at a full stop. All of my friends and family are getting married, and having children. I have lived with a man, once, but had no patience for it. Now, I constantly run the worrisome question over in my head, ‘Will I every marry?’ So, I ask you, would a fortune teller be able to give me a definite answer? Thank you…
Female Thinker
My life seems to be at a full stop. All of my friends and family are getting married, and having children. I have lived with a man, once, but had no patience for it. Now, I constantly run the worrisome question over in my head, ‘Will I every marry?’ So, I ask you, would a fortune teller be able to give me a definite answer? Thank you…
Female Thinker
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