Day 444
The red-haired man
In 1922, punctuating a long, wordy war with Ezra Pound1 over James Joyce’s Ulysses, (George) Bernard Shaw wrote this2:
Irish talent, when it is serious, belongs to the big world and must behave itself accordingly.
Shaw died in 1950 after falling off a ladder while trimming a tree on his property at Ayot St. Lawrence in Hertfordshire, outside of London. He was 94. His last words were, “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”