I - and there are hundreds of thousands of Irishmen who felt on this subject as I do - have always liked my Celtic countrymen and disliked the English nation; it is a national trait of character, and I cannot help it.
It is a most disgraceful shame the way in which Irishmen are brought up. They are ashamed of their language, institutions, and of everything Irish.
As our language wanes and dies, the golden legends of the far-off centuries fade and pass away. No one sees their influence upon culture; no one sees their educational power.
Every crag and gnarled tree and lonely valley has its own strange and graceful legend attached to it.
Now if we allow our living language to die out, it is almost a certainty that we condemn our literary records to remain in obscurity.
I do not share the wish to see my language dead and decently buried.
We must put pressure upon our politicians not to snuff out by their tacit discouragement merely because they do not happen to understand it.