#cork

What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch? ↗

— W. Clement Stone

#contemptible #cork #lunch #scoundrel #stolen

I believe hurling is the best of us, one of the greatest and most beautiful expressions of what we can be. For me that is the perspective that death and loss cast on the game. If you could live again you would hurl more, because that is living. You'd pay less attention to the rows and the mortgage and the car and all the daily drudge. Hurling is our song and our verse, and when I walk in the graveyard in Cloyne and look at the familiar names on the headstones I know that their ownders would want us to hurl with more joy and more exuberance and more (as Frank Murphy used to tell us) abandon than before, because life is shorter than the second half of a tournament game that starts at dusk. ↗

— Dónal Óg Cusack

#cork #gaa #hurling #iomáint #iománaíocht

Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#bring #clean #corkscrew #lightning

There was something in the music of the accent that Douglass liked: it was as if the Cork people put long lazy hammocks in their sentences. ↗

— Colum McCann

#music