the zephyred evening

They went to work on the green colts daybreak Sunday morning, dressing in the half dark in clothes still wet from their washing them the night before and walking out to the potrero before the stars were down, eating a cold tortilla wrapped around a scoop of cold beans and no coffee and carrying their forty foot maguey catchropes coiled over their shoulders.

… it is equally obvious that if the present C.I.E. [Córas Iompair Éireann] system is to be kept - and even C.I.E. appear to favour its retention almost as it now stands - subsidisation in some form is inevitable.

We're expecting a large party from the London office.