I imagine a child. That child is me. I can reconstruct and vividly remember portions of my own childhood. I can see, taste, smell, feel, and hear them. Then what I do is, not write about that kid or about his world, but start to think of a book that would have pleased him.
After the spiritual powers, there is no thing in the world more unconquerable than the spirit of nationality. . . . The spirit of nationality in Ireland will persist even though the mightiest of material powers be its neighbor.