tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post7045788631371112727..comments2024-03-27T02:55:10.109-07:00Comments on Irish Papist: Here's an Interesting Lecture on the Gaelic RevivalMaolsheachlannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09406722311993627528noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7091756463128804432.post-7262982699428178102017-01-22T14:38:58.568-08:002017-01-22T14:38:58.568-08:00"Remember this, son, if you forget everything..."Remember this, son, if you forget everything else. A poet is a musician who can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens."<br />-Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the WindtheObserverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06487813166705644460noreply@blogger.com