The Inside Outside Complex

The Inside Outside ComplexSo then, a dusky Sunday afternoon in Bray at a quarter to five o'clock, lighting-up time at 5:15, November first, All Souls' Eve, dedicated to the suffering souls in purgatory, Bertie Bolger, bachelor, aged 41 or so, tubby, ruddy, graying, well known as a dealer in antiques, less well known as a conflator there of, walking briskly along the sea front, head up to the damp breezes, singing in a soldierly basso, "My breast expanding to the ball," turns smartly in...