The Voice in the Fog

Irish blood and romance will always be mysteriously intertwined.

Haberdasher did not fit in anywhere with Kitty's projects; it was

off-key, a jarring note. Whoever heard of a haberdasher's clerk

reading Morte d'Arthur and writing sonnets? She was reasonably

certain that while Thomas had jotted it down in scornful

self-flagellation, it occupied a place somewhere in his past.

"They turne out ther trashe

And shew ther haberdashe,

Ther pylde pedlarye."

There's no romance in collars and cuffs and ties and suspenders.