I first met John M. Synge at the room of a mutual friend,1 up two pairs of stairs, in an old house in Bloomsbury, on a Monday night of January, 1903.2 When I entered the room, he was sitting in a rush-bottomed chair, talking to a young man just down from Oxford. My host introduced me, with the remark that he wanted us to know each other.
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- 3.With women he was always more at ease than with men. He found himself able to entertain them with his wit and became in their company far more articulate than he ever was with men.’—Robin Skelton, J. M. Synge and His World ( London: Thames and Hudson, 1971 ) P. 33.Google Scholar