I got a laugh from the Chinese audience when I said I thought that if Jiang and the Dalai Lama did meet, they would like each other very much.

She turned him neck and crop out of the house.

Yet again the thought of Death as the deliverer, the revealer, and the mystagogue, through whom the soul of man is reunited to the spirit of the universe, returns; and on this solemn note the poem closes.

The Shows which had previously filled High Street from Bridgegate to the Kirk Vennel each April (for the Bogside Races) and at Marymass were banished to the Moor, then to the Golffields.