Along with Dostoyevsky and F. Scott Fitzgerald, this is one of my favorite passages of all time. From Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes:
“When I look back on my childhood, I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: The happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.
“People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious alcoholic father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests; bullying schoolmasters; the English and all the terrible things they did to us for 800 long years.”
Read more about Frank McCourt’s life here.
Another great link to Frank McCourt.
And a Facebook note.