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--
Why
are
we
on
the
move
again
if
it
's
a
fair
question
?
--
Becauseboro
theboro
landboro
lordboro
willboro
putboro
usboro
outboro
.
The
voice
of
his
youngest
brother
from
the
farther
side
of
the
fireplace
began
to
sing
the
air
OFT
IN
THE
STILLY
NIGHT
.
One
by
one
the
others
took
up
the
air
until
a
full
choir
of
voices
was
singing
.
They
would
sing
so
for
hours
,
melody
after
melody
,
glee
after
glee
,
till
the
last
pale
light
died
down
on
the
horizon
,
till
the
first
dark
night
clouds
came
forth
and
night
fell
.
He
waited
for
some
moments
,
listening
,
before
he
too
took
up
the
air
with
them
.
He
was
listening
with
pain
of
spirit
to
the
overtone
of
weariness
behind
their
frail
fresh
innocent
voices
.
Even
before
they
set
out
on
life
's
journey
they
seemed
weary
already
of
the
way
.
He
heard
the
choir
of
voices
in
the
kitchen
echoed
and
multiplied
through
an
endless
reverberation
of
the
choirs
of
endless
generations
of
children
and
heard
in
all
the
echoes
an
echo
also
of
the
recurring
note
of
weariness
and
pain
.
All
seemed
weary
of
life
even
before
entering
upon
it
.
And
he
remembered
that
Newman
had
heard
this
note
also
in
the
broken
lines
of
Virgil
,
GIVING
UTTERANCE
,
LIKE
THE
VOICE
OF
NATURE
HERSELF
TO
THAT
PAIN
AND
WEARINESS
YET
HOPE
OF
BETTER
THINGS
WHICH
HAS
BEEN
THE
EXPERIENCE
OF
HER
CHILDREN
IN
EVERY
TIME
.
*
*
*
He
could
wait
no
longer
.
From
the
door
of
Byron
's
public-house
to
the
gate
of
Clontarf
Chapel
,
from
the
gate
of
Clontail
Chapel
to
the
door
of
Byron
's
public-house
and
then
back
again
to
the
chapel
and
then
back
again
to
the
public
-
house
he
had
paced
slowly
at
first
,
planting
his
steps
scrupulously
in
the
spaces
of
the
patchwork
of
the
footpath
,
then
timing
their
fall
to
the
fall
of
verses
.
A
full
hour
had
passed
since
his
father
had
gone
in
with
Dan
Crosby
,
the
tutor
,
to
find
out
for
him
something
about
the
university
.
For
a
full
hour
he
had
paced
up
and
down
,
waiting
:
but
he
could
wait
no
longer
.
He
set
off
abruptly
for
the
Bull
,
walking
rapidly
lest
his
father
's
shrill
whistle
might
call
him
back
;
and
in
a
few
moments
he
had
rounded
the
curve
at
the
police
barrack
and
was
safe
.
