[Another difficult day, another note to Jack that he'd return in the evening, and another two glasses of whiskey at Good Spirits. His demeanour has changed from when he did this a week ago. His shoulders are bowed a little more, his expression softer.
Halfway through his first glass of whiskey, he writes in the Journal he brought with him.]
Do any of the citizens here have rituals for those they've lost? Not burials and things of that nature, but what one does after.
[He doesn't realise the Journal is also recording, and his voice is heard. It's quiet, more speaking in rhythm but with a hint of actual song to it.]
And Russell's voice stirs kindred hearts in many an Ulster glen...
Halfway through his first glass of whiskey, he writes in the Journal he brought with him.]
Do any of the citizens here have rituals for those they've lost? Not burials and things of that nature, but what one does after.
[He doesn't realise the Journal is also recording, and his voice is heard. It's quiet, more speaking in rhythm but with a hint of actual song to it.]
And Russell's voice stirs kindred hearts in many an Ulster glen...