'Tis [antikvár]

PROLOGUE That's your dream out now. That's what my mother would say when we were children in Ireland and a dream we had came true. The one 1 had over and over was where 1 sailed into New York Harbor awed by the skyscrapers before me. I'd tell my brothers and they'd envy me for having spent a night in America till they began to claim they'd had that dream, too. They knew it was a sure way to get attention even though I'd argue with them, tell them 1 was the oldest, that it was my dream and they'd better stay out of it or there would be trouble. They told me 1 had no right to that dream for myself, that anyone could dream about America in the far reaches of the night and there was nothing 1 could do about it. 1 told them 1 could stop them. I'd keep them awake all night and they'd have no dreams at aU. Michael was only six and here he was laughing at the picture of me going from one of them to the other trying to stop their dreams of the New York skyscrapers. Malachy said 1 could do nothing about his dreams because he was born in Brooklyn and could dream about America aU night and well into the day if he liked. 1 appealed to my mother. 1 told her it wasn't fair the way the whole family was invading my dreams and she said, Arrah, for the