Last week I visited our daughter, Bryn, in Chicago (The Easter bunny must go where she is needed.)
I filled her basket with a few new frocks, and food, and museum tickets, a few good meals, and of course, books. Always books.
But this time, they were read to us.
Lady Gregory (Isabella Augusta Persse Gregory, 1852-1932), and her friends W.B.Yeats, Robert Browning, Lord Tennyson, and Henry James invited us to sup with them at their literary salon.
Yes, it’s not London, and they all happen to be dead, but their Irish prose (and woe) can still be heard whilst enjoying a cup-o-tea (or a Bloody Mary with a lager chaser- as the case may be), surrounded by books, with a roaring fire, in the Irish countryside, with the horses saddled for a trot, and the butler waiting to turn down the bed covers.
I believe Yeats when he says, “People who lean on logic…end by starving the best part of the mind”, because…
|The Library Dining Room
5260 N. Clark St.
|A delicious crock of
French Onion Soup
served with a Hearts of Palm platter.
|Lady Gregory’s Irish Pub & Restaurant|
adorns all plates.