While I write this letter, I have a pistol in one hand and a sword in the other.

The cup of Ireland's misery has been overflowing for centuries and is not yet half full.

All along the untrodden paths of the future, I can see the footprints of an unseen hand.

I answer in the affirmative with an emphatic 'No.'

Mr Speaker, I smell a rat; I see him forming in the air and darkening the sky; but I will nip him in the bud.