Many of this world’s gravest problems would be ludicrous if they weren’t tragic: nowhere is this more true than in Ireland. I have several times taken part in televised discussions with assorted Irishmen when I could do nothing but watch, appalled, as they scratched at one another like Kilkenny cats. There seemed to be no solution except to drop the lot of them into the Irish Sea.
Most people in England experience similar feelings of bafflement as they watch, night after night on television, the terrible events in Ulster—the shooting, the bombing, the mob violence, happening only a few hundred miles from London, in a province of the United Kingdom, for what seems to them no sane reason at all.
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