After reading this I'm so impressed with WBY and his achievements. However, I'm still left wondering about his love affair with Maude Gonne; but those questions I have will likely remain unanswered; a mystery for the ages.

This book was part of my ODWG Readathon 2020. ODWG stands for Old Dead White Guys, the target of so much ire and irrationality in our current literary world. In spite of their horrible reputation, I find that ODWG's quite frequently have some very insightful and inspiring stories to tell, so I still read them. Not only do I read them, but these days I seek them out purposely. Why? For the same reason I embraced punk fashion in 1978: because I like to shock and upset the rigid little minds of the uptight, stodgy and hopelessly narrow minded dump-puppets.

Mind you, I'm not exclusively reading only ODWG works; I also read books written by women, living persons and authors of non-white ethnicity, However, they must be quality and catch my interest in some way; I'm not an identity-based reader. If you are an identity based reader and intend to scold me for not being more inclusive in my reading habits, I have a suggestion: grab a hammer and head for the nearest beach; proceed to use the hammer to pack sand up you ass until it's quite full, then fuck off and die. Also, keep in mind that your scolding will likely have the opposite effect and in 2021 I will read only ODWG works, so maybe just keep it to yourself and mind your own fucking business for once.

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