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"Me and God smile and look down on all my good work.

Its going to be such a beautiful place" This is a play which is extremely concerned with every day, short circuit communication and patter and, in a rather ironic way, with Irish identity. Thomas Magill is in his mid-thirties and lives in Inishfree; William Butler Yeats' mythically loaded imaginary Irish Eden. He walks through the town with the mission to clean it of sin and ultimately save it so that he can sit next to God. That the town itself is not real removes its identity, as does Thomass constant attempts to remake it in his own image, so to speak.

"Ireland on the grave with the sea surrounding it" On the way to his father's grave (which he has decorated with a gravel map of Ireland,) Thomas talks to several inhabitants of the town, but only in his mind, imitating their voices as he goes along. Sometimes, there are fragments of conversation with his mother, but her voice comes from the tape recorder which Thomas carries around with him. His incessant monologues and soliloquies consistently convey a sense of extreme loneliness, not to mention reinforcing the essence of madness which surrounds Thomas.

And the plain message of the play? Everything is so right here. Because nobodys listening. Nobodys listening.