They are wiser than men because they know less
and understand more.

I had fourteen hundred maledictions, my little store,
and by a trick you stole them and left me empty.

You stole my wisdom and it has broken your neck.

I lost my knowledge and I am yet alive raising the
keen over your body, but it was too heavy for you, my little knowledge.

You will never go out into the pine wood in the
morning, or wander abroad on a night of stars.

You will not sit in the chimney-corner on the hard
nights, or go to bed, or rise again, or do anything
at all from this day out.

Who will gather pine cones now when the fire is
going down, or call my name in the empty house,
or be angry when the kettle is not boiling?

Now I am desolate indeed. I have no knowledge,
I have no husband, I have no more to say."

"If I had anything better you should have it," said she
politely to the Thin Woman of Inis Magrath.

"Thank you," said the Thin Woman, "it was very nice.
Shall I begin now? My husband is meditating and we