you know how every time you hear an Irishman, from the old country, irish americans etc, speak about the British, they hate them with unchecked passion? the prime minister, parliament etc?
now as i've written, my mother is very irish, pretty much pure irish descent. her views on the British: she loves them! "yeah yeah yeah!" loves the culture, people, history. Lady Di, the Queen Mum whoever the hell that is, Brit coms like Keeping up appearances and Fawlty towers, loves it all! i just recently found a British shop down in Greenwich VIllage on Hudson and im going on a shopping spree there for mother's day.
now at other times i don't know how consciously she has wanted to be unique but the feeling comes out at times. even for the tragic. after she came down with multiple sclerosis years ago, she, being a librarian and inquisitive like me, read up on it a lot.
much later we were talking about diseases that you never heard of years ago but you seem to hear about every 2 seconds now like that "corporate tunnel vision syndrome" or "carpet tunnel syndrome" or whatever it is. and she said that's kind of how she felt: she thought she was alone in her disease, "then i realized, everyone has it! everyone has the disease!" she was saying it like she was disappointed in not being unique in having a debilitating disease
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