Faoi Dheireadh Thiar (tuilleadh)
At Long Last (continued)

• JACKIE: Hello? Duirt mé leat gan glaoch orm ar an bhfón
  seo, ‘Tommy … Níl mé ag iarraidh labhairt le [d.l. 30] duine ar bith faoi láthair … No, Tommy.
  Níl sé d’am agam … Níl anseo ach mé fhéin agus ar Matrún … Ach ní féidir liom. No, Níl mé as
  iarraidh aon bhronntanas. . . Ní dhearna tú tada orm. Tá muid sách fada ag dul amach le chéile.
  Ta mé ag iarraidh briseadh faoi láthair
  . Níl tada le plé, Tommy … Bhuel biodh a fhios agat anois é… No, a dúirt mé… Orm fhéin atá
  an locht. Tá mé ag iarraidh a bheith asam fhéin faoi láthair … No, Tommy, Níl mé ag iarraidh
  thú a fheiceail agus sin sin (Cloiseann MAIRIN na cúpla focal deiridh agus í ar a bealach ar ais
  le tae.)
  
  

  JACKIE: Hello? I told you not to call me on this phone. I don’t want to talk to anyone at present… No Tommy. I don’t have time … Only me and the matron are here now … But I can’t … No, I don’t want any present … You didn’t do anything to me. We’ve been going out together for quite some time. I’m trying to break up right now … There’s nothing to discuss, Tommy … Well, now you know it …. No, I said … It’s my own fault … I’m trying to be myself right now … No, Tommy, I don’t want to see you and that’s that. (MAIRIN hears the last few words as she is on her way back with tea.

• MÁIRÍN: ’Bhfuil tu ceart go leor, a Jackie?
  JACKIE: Tá. Yeah.
  MARIN: Meall leat a chodladh i arist, maith an bhean.
  JACKIE: Come on, Sally. (Ag imeacht.)
  SALLY: I have fallen in love with Coilmin.
  COILMIN: Up our that! Dar fia tá blaze uirthi sin ag imeacht.
  MAIRIN: Ná tarraing ort i nó céasfaidh sí thú.
  COILMIN: M’anam go mbainfeadh duine rattle fós aisti
  MAIRIN: Stop, a bhligeaird.
  COILMIN: Up our that!
  MAIRIN: Codloidh ta go brea ina dhiaidh seo. Anois, a Taimin.
  TAIMÍN: Níl aon chodladh orm.
  MAIRIN: Beidh sé ort nuair a luifeas tú ar an leaba. Ar ndóigh tá chuile dhuine eile imithe a chodladh anois ach a bheirt agaibhse
  [d.l. 31]

  MÁIRÍN: Are you OK, Jackie.?
  JACKIE: Yes, Yeah.
  MAIRIN: You will lure her to sleep again, good woman.
  JACKIE: Come on, Sally. (Leaving.)
  SALLY: I have fallen in love with Coilmin.
  COILMIN: Up our that! By Jove! There’s a blaze going on there.
  MAIRIN: Don’t pull her or she will torture you.
  COILMIN: My soul, if someone would still take a rattle from her.
  MAIRIN: Stop, blackguard
  COILMIN: Up our that!
  MAIRIN: You will sleep well after this.
  TAIMÍN: I am not sleepy.
  MAIRIN: It[sleep] will be on you when you lie down on the bed.
  

  Meall	Beguile, charm; entice; Delude, deceive; disappoint
  Dar fia	By Jove! By heaven
  céas	crucify, torment, suffer agony
  tarraing	pull, draw
  bligeard	Blackguard	m

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Faoi Dheireadh Thiar (tuilleadh)
At Long Last (continued)

• COILMIN: Ara, bionn a muintir isteach is amach le parcels mhóra ag cuid acu sin is gan ag an gcuid eile againn ach ag diúl a gcuid méarachaí.
  MAIRIN: Luigh ar an leaba anois is bí ag ligean do scith. Tá lá mór amáireach romhainn.
  COILMIN: Óra, mallacht Dé uirthi mar leaba. Nach inti sin a chaillfear muid.
  MAIRIN: Gabh i leith uait, a Taimín. Cuirfidh mise a chodladh thú.
  TAIMIN: ‘Bhfuil sé chomh fada sin sa lá?
  MAIRIN: Ní thiocfaidh Santy Claus mara dtiocfaidh tú a chodladh luath.
  TAIMIN: Níl. Níl. Níl mé ag dul ag corraí as seo nó go dtiocfaidh fear an phosta.
  COILMIN: M’anam muise go mbeidh do thóin leathnaithe go maith ag fanacht, nó go dtiocfaidh scolb ar uibheachaí glugair.
  MAIRIN: All right mar sin, a Taimin. Déanfaidh mé hot whiskey dhuit ós í an Nollaig í.
  COILMIN: Anois tá tú ag caint! Fuisce ar a aghaidh a ólfas mise.
  MAIRIN: Fainic an mbeadh aon chúthaileacht ort dhá iarraidh.
  Comin: Níl, ach go raibh leisce orm a rá leat an ghloine a lionadh go barr.
  MARIN: Bhuel, mhairfeá san áit a gcaillfí daoine eile.
  COILMIN: Up our that. Is í an Nollaig í, Nach í, a Taimin?
  TAIMIN: Is í faraor.
  MAIRIN:A, ná bí bronach, a Taimín. Bain sásamh as an Nollaig agus grá mo chroí thú. [d.l. 23]

  COILMIN: Alas, their people come in and out with their large parcels, while the rest of us just suck their fingers.
  MAIRIN: Now lie on the bed and take a rest. We have a big day before us tomorrow.
  COILMIN: Oh, God’s curse on her for a bed. Isn’t in there we will be lost.
  MAIRIN: Come hither, Taimin. I will put you to sleep.
  TAIMIN: Is it that late in the day?
  MAIRIN: Santa Claus will not come if you do not go to bed early.
  TAIMIN: No. No. I’m not going to move from here until the postman comes.
  COILMIN: My soul indeed your butt will expanded in waiting, until that addled eggs will hatch.
  MAIRIN: All right therefore, Taimin. I’ll make hot whiskey for you since it’s Christmas.
  COILMIN: Now you are talking! I will drink whiskey in his face
  MAIRIN: Beware of any shyness about asking for two.
  Coilmin: No, but I was too shy to tell you to fill the glass to the top.
  MAiRIN: Well, you would live in the place where others would be lost.
  COILMIN: Up our that. It’s Christmas. Isn’t it, Taimin?
  TAIMIN: It is, alas.
  MAIRIN: Oh, don’t be sad, Taimin. Enjoy your Christmas and love of my heart for you.

  diúl	sucking, suck	m, v
  scíth	Tiredness, fatigue; rest	f
  mara = mura	if not, unless
  corraí	Movement; stir, excitement	m
  leathnaigh	widen, extend
  scolb	indentation, scallop; notch; splinter; Nick; crack, chip; Lean wiry person; strapping fellow.	m
  ubh	egg	f pl uibheacha
  cúthaileacht	Shyness; diffidence	f
  leisce	Laziness, sloth; Shyness, embarrassment	f
  faraor	alas
  sásamh	Satisfaction; Gratification, pleasure	m

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Faoi Dheireadh Thiar (tuilleadh)
At Long Last (continued)

• TAIMÍN: (go hardghlórach): Fón, fón, fón. Haigh, fón!
  COILMÍN: Suigh síos, nach gcloisfidh siad fhéin é.
  TAIMÍN: Ar ndóigh ar fhaitios nach gcloisfeadh. Fón Nurse. Fón. Fón! (Tagann JACKIE isteach.) Fón fón, fón!
  JACKIE: Ceart go leor, a Taimin. Tá mé dhá fhreagairt anois. [dhá is Connemara dialect]
  COILMÍN: Ach cén sort dáir a bhuaileas chor ar bith thú nuair a thosaíos an fón sin?
  JACKIE: Áras na nAosach, hello. INo. Jackie… Bhuel tá an Matrun cruógach faoi lathair. An féidir liom teachtaireacht a thógail? … Cé atá ag caint? . . . Fan nóiméad amháin mar sin is gheobhaidh mé dhuit í. ‘Mhairin?
  MÁIRÍN: (ón taobh amuigh): Céard?
  JACKIE: Tá tú ag teastail ar an bhfon. Coinnigh an line nóiméad amháin le do thoil.
  (Cuireann MAIRIN a cloigeann isteach ar stáitse.)
  MÁIRÍN: Tóg teachtaireacht, a Jackie, is cuirfidh mé glaoch ar ais nuair atá siad curtha a chodladh.
  
  JACKIE: (ag clúdach an fhóin): Social worker atá ann. Dúirt sí go raibh sé práinneach.
  MÁIRÍN: Oh Lord, cuir thusa Bríd isteach sa leaba mar sin. Tá sí ina sui ar an gcommode.
  JACKIE: O.K.
  MÁIRÍN: Hello? Oh hello Nancy. Happy Christmas, a leana… Is fíor dhuit, ach an oiread le mo jab fhéin. Is deacair do social worker sásamh a bhaint as an Nollaig … Emergency? Dia linn. Céard atá ag cur as dhuit?
  [d.l. 16]
  

  TAIMÏN: (Loudly) Phone, phone, phone. Hi, phone.

  COILMÍN: Sit down, they won’t hear it themselves
  TAIMÍN: Of course for fear they would not hear. Phone Nurse. Phone. Phone! (JACKIE comes in) Phone phone, phone!
  JACKIE: All right, Taimín. I am answering now.
  COILMÍN: But what sort of frenzy hits you at all when that phone starts up?
  JACKIE: House of the Aged, hello. No. Jackie… Well, the matron is busy at present. Can I take a message? … Who is speaking? … So wait a minute and I’ll get her for you. Maureen?
  MÁIRÍN: (from outside): What?
  JACKIE: You are wanted on the phone. Please hold the line for a minute.
  (MAIRIN puts her head in on stage.)
  MÁIRÍN: Take a message, Jackie, and I’ll call back when they’ve been put to bed.
  
  JACKIE: (covering the phone) It is a social worker. She said it was urgent.
  MÁIRÍN: Oh Lord, you put Bríd to bed then. She is sitting on the commode.
  JACKIE: O.K.
  MÁIRÍN: Hello? Oh hello Nancy. Happy Christmas, child[???]… It is true for you, but as much for my own job. It is hard for a social worker to enjoy Christmas… Emergency? God with us. What is bothering you?

  freagairt	Answering, answer	f
  Áras	Habitation, abode; House, building; vessel	m
  cruógach	Pressing, urgent; busy
  práinneach	Urgent, exigent; pressing, pressed
  leanbh	child	m
  sásamh	Satisfaction; Gratification, pleasure	m
  cuir as	Put out of; deprive; …; disconcert, bother

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Faoi Dheireadh Thiar

At Long Last

• Pearsana

  
  TAIMÍN CHUALÁIN: Fear ciúin, deabhóideach nach bhfuil amharc na súl aige.
  COILMÍN AN BHREATHNAIGH: Fear a d’ol gach a raibh ag gabháil leis.
  
  MEAIG LOIDEAIN: Bean théagartha atá taghdach agus ceanndána.
  DARACH LOIDEAIN: Mac Mheaig. Tamall caite i Sasana aige.
  MÁIRÍN: An matran. Dea-chroíoch agus cineálta.
  JACKIE: Banaltra óg ghealgháireach.
  SALLY: I Sasana i gcaitheamh a saoil, a meabhair caillte aici.
  

  TAIMÍN CHUALÁIN: A quiet, devout man who doesn’t see well.
  COILMÍN AN BHREATHNAIGH: A man who drank everything he could take.
  MEAIG LOIDEAIN: A stout woman, impulsive and stubborn.
  DARACH LOIDEAIN: Meg’s son. He has spent some time in England.
  MÁIRÍN: The matron. Good-hearted and kind.
  JACKIE: A cheerful young nurse.
  SALLY: Spending her life in England. Lost her mind.

  deabhóideach	Devout, devotional
  amharc	Sight; Faculty of sight, vision
  breathnaigh	Observe, examine
  téagartha	Substantial, stout, bulky
  taghdach	Fitful, impulsive, quick-tempered; changeable, capricious
  ceanndána	Headstrong; wilful, stubborn
  dea-chroíoch	Good-hearted, kind-natured.
  cineálta	kind
  gealgháireach	Having pleasant smile; sunny, radiant; cheerful, joyous
  meabhair	mind, memory	f

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A trip to the Center of the City (continued)

• [Scéal aisteach. Is cosúil gur turas ar LSD é turas go Lár na Cathrach.]

  Sin mar a bhí i dtús ár ngrá — aisling gheal a bhí ann ceart go leor. Ach goilleann sé orm go fóill a bheith ag smaoineamh ar an scéal nó chuaigh ár ngrá in éag; is dócha gur de réir a chéile a thuig mé sin. Bhí a fhios agam ar feadh tamaill gurbh fhearr liom gan í a fheiceáil ag an stop, ach ní admhóinn dom féin go raibh a fhios sin agam. D’éirigh mé tuirseach den dóigh a raibh ár gcumann ag dul ar aghaidh agus bheartaigh mé deireadh a chur leis. Scríobhfainn litir chuici agus dá dtiocfadh sí isteach sa bhus arís, bhéarfainn di í. Ní raibh de pháipéar agam ach an dréacht de mo thráchtas a bhí agam nuair a tháinig mé ar bord. Bhí sé ar an urlár faoi mo chosa — ní raibh sé de dhánacht ionam amharc síos air le fada.[…]

  That’s how it was at the beginning of love — it was a bright dream all right. but it still pains me to think about the story or our love expiring; I probably realized that gradually. I’d known for a while that I’d prefer not seeing her at the stop, but I wouldn’t admit to myself that I knew that. I got tired of the way our relationship was going and decided to end it. I would write a letter to her and if she got on the bus again I would give it to her. All I had on paper was the draft of my thesis when I came on board. It was on the floor under my feet — I did not dare to look down on it for a long time.

  goill	Grieve, pain; afflict, distress; vex, hurt	v
  éag	dead; expired
  admhaigh	Acknowledge, Admit
  cumann	Friendship, love; companionship	m
  beartaigh	cast; poise, brandish; Plan, contrive; consider
  dréacht	draft…
  tráchtas	Treatise, dissertation; Thesis	m
  dánacht	Boldness; daring, confidence; forwardness, audacity	f

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