January, 1927, Saturday 1

Imit annus novus! [Enter the new year] This year will probably be the most important of my life. ‘The tide, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.’ Let’s hope that I’ll ‘take the current when it serves’ and not lose my ventures. [Julius…

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January, 1927, Monday 3

Early in the morning, much to my delight, Fr. Pat decided to take me to Glengarriffe, so having called for the Stockleys and Mám, off we bowled. Poor Fr. Pat, owing to his late hard exertions, was a bit extreme and fidgety, but nevertheless we…

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January, 1927, Wednesday 5

Bought a fine new over-coat, and a long trousers for school-wear for myself. Had lunch at Neesons’, ((Geraldine Neeson née O´Sullivan (1895-1980), pianist (who had studied with Tilly Fleischmann), actress, singing teacher, music critic; her husband Seán Neeson (1891-1964) a singer who was born in…

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January, 1927, Friday 7

4th Friday ((Aloys had decided to go to mass every first Friday of the month for nine months, following a set of Catholic devotions in honour of the Sacred Heart of Jesus advocated by the French mystic St Margaret Mary Alacoque, who was canonised in…

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March, 1927, Sunday 13

Worked hard all the week. Am growing more nervous as the dies fatalis [fateful day] is approaching. We were beaten again in a hurling-match. We are now so used to defeat that we took it quite stoically. But on the whole sporting of this kind…

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April, 1927, Sunday 24

Sunday 24 ((April 24 was Fleischmann senior’s 47th birthday – maybe that was the occasion for the outing to Dunmanway.)) Had a fine week, and, what’s more important, swotted a lot. Have given up Carlyle as a bad job, and taken to Chesterton, also seems…

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May, 1927, Sunday 1

Back again, ‘with eyes like lead, accents uncertain.’ Got first in History, English, Latin and Maths and second in Irish, but I am not satisfied. It was by too small a margin in each case and in my English comp. I went down hopelessly, getting…

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July, 1927, Sunday 3

Feel very weary after the year’s cramming. It leaves one hopelessly adrift. I had thought to end my troubles with the exams, but the latter being finished, new and vaguer ones have arisen. Slummed all the week, going to Horgans´ and a tennis party at…

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July, 1927, Sunday 10

Am having a glorious time, but sadly neglecting studies, English reading especially. We have a boat to ourselves and go fishing every evening passing by the lovely and majestic Sovereign Islands, and the forbidding heights of the Doon. In our walks, too, around the cliffs,…

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July, 1927, Sunday 31

Went on a wonderful picnic to Reanie’s Glen, or rather, Man of War Cove. Again a narrow ravine with an old ruin near the beach and cliffs with some formidable caves on either side. An oil-ship, the ‘Elsaro’, torpedoed during the war, and driven ashore…

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