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Tue 09 Sep 2010Language of our hollow men spells out the end
The real problem is not that Cowen can’t communicate – but that communication has long disappeared from official discourse, writes FINTAN O'TOOLE
THE FUNERAL elegy for Fianna Fáil has already been written, by TS Eliot: “We are the hollow men/ We are the stuffed men/ Leaning together/ Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!/ Our dried voices, when/ We whisper together/ Are quiet and meaningless/ As wind in dry grass/ Or rats’ feet over broken glass/ In our dry cellar.”
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