All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy.
The experience of being in the Army changed my whole life; I never believed that an organization such as ours could ever go to war, leave alone win it. It was, as Yeats remarked of the Easter Rising,...
The clock in the church tower said 4.32, as it had done for three hundred years. It was right once a day and that was better than no clock at all.
With a roof over his head he had ceased to work, living off his [war] pension and his wits, both hopelessly inadequate.