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Chapter 9
—Somepeople,saysBloom,canseethemoteinothers’eyesbuttheycan’tseethebeamintheirown.
—Raimeis,saysthecitizen.There’sno-oneasblindasthefellowthatwon’tsee,ifyouknowwhatthatmeans.WhereareourmissingtwentymillionsofIrishshouldbeheretodayinsteadoffour,ourlosttribes?Andourpotteriesandtextiles,thefinestinthewholeworld!AndourwoolthatwassoldinRomeinthetimeofJuvenalandourflaxandourdamaskfromtheloomsofAntrimandourLimericklace,ourtanneriesandourwhiteflintglassdowntherebyBallyboughandourHuguenotpoplinthatwehavesinceJacquarddeLyonandourwovensilkandourFoxfordtweedsandivoryraisedpointfromtheCarmeliteconventinNewRoss,nothinglikeitinthewholewideworld.WherearetheGreekmerchantsthatcamethroughthepillarsofHercules,theGibraltarnowgrabbedbythefoeofmankind,withgoldandTyrianpurpletosellinWexfordatthefairofCarmen?ReadTacitusandPtolemy,evenGiraldusCambrensis.Wine,peltries,Connemaramarble,silverfromTipperary,secondtonone,ourfarfamedhorseseventoday,theIrishhobbies,withkingPhilipofSpainofferingtopaycustomsdutiesfortherighttofishinourwaters.WhatdotheyellowjohnsofAngliaoweusforourruinedtradeandourruinedhearths?AndthebedsoftheBarrowandShannontheywon’tdeepenwithmillionsofacresofmarshandbogtomakeusalldieofconsumption?
—AstreelessasPortugalwe’llbesoon,saysJohnWyse,orHeligolandwithitsonetreeifsomethingisnotdonetoreafforesttheland.
