The most interesting thing about Feargus O’Hanlon was his pathology: he possessed an unflinching willingness to obey a command.
He married Esther, not because he loved her but because his mother said he should.
“She’s from good stock,” said mother. “Sure, she’ll bear ye healthy children.”
They married in their home town of Wexford but his wife liked to go to the capital occasionally for the culture that was in it.
A few weeks later, riding on the DART train in Dublin, their carriage stopped alongside a station sign named KILLESTER.
So he did.
Feargus was also a lousy speller.