#iris

Like Felicity they methodically checked the house office, safe and family bank account details and financial affairs. Angelina then had Inspector Mick bug the boys’ homes, cars and offices and with the information she acquired came knowledge and contacts. She wrote a programme called listen, it saved all conversations digitally and converted it to text into a computer file in a remote location not traceable to her or anybody at 3WW but it recorded all his illicit dealings and it gave her valuable information. She hacked into their individual MIS computer systems and sent spyware via e-mail called virus protection free download and once opened it went through their c drive, all files on their computers, and copied all files to a ip address of a remote computer of Angelina’s request, in a phantom company named Borrow. All data was heavily encrypted and deleted after access and storage was onto an external hard drive storage box, deleting the electronic footpath. The spyware recorded their strokes on the keyboard and Angelina was able to secure even their banking pins and passwords and all their computer passwords. She had a brilliant computer mind, wasted in librarianship ↗

— Annette J. Dunlea

#honey-trap #irish-writer #family

I think the Irish woman was freed from slavery by bingo. They can go out now, dressed up, with their handbags and have a drink and play bingo. And they deserve it. ↗

— John B. Keane

#deserve #dressed #drink #freed #go

At Leeds I've tried to concentrate on my club form, but you get caught up in all the World Cup fever once you come back to Ireland and see all the Irish boys again. ↗

— Robbie Keane

#back #caught #club #come #concentrate

Finally, Colin Farrell showed up on my doorstep, only he wasn't Colin Farrell - he was just this Irish kid who had read the script and wanted to do it. ↗

— Robert Towne

#doorstep #finally #had #irish #just

The satirist who writes nothing but satire should write but little - or it will seem that his satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the world in which he lives. ↗

— Anthony Trollope

#his #little #lives #nature #nothing

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance. ↗

— Peter De Vries

#again #alive #another #back #brings

I loved Jack Ford. I got him in his later days, and he was a total tyrant and a total autocrat and an Irish drunk. But I had a great time. ↗

— Richard Widmark

#days #drunk #ford #got #great

The political satirist usually votes against their own interests, but the bottom line is that it doesn't really matter. ↗

— Lizz Winstead

#bottom #bottom line #interests #line #matter

Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#growing up #irish #learn #made #now

[Mary Midgley discussing two lines from Iris Murdoch]: "We are anxiety-ridden animals. Our minds are continually active, fabricating an anxious, self-pre-occupied, often falsifying veil which partially conceals the world." What chiefly pierces that veil is a sharp, direct perception of things which are no part of our own being. For instance: "I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind, oblivious of my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel. In a moment everything is altered. The brooding self with its hurt vanity has disappeared. There is nothing now but kestrel. And when I return to thinking of the other matter it seems less important." The veil, however, is persistent and terribly hard to detect. In every age it subtly provides new, unnoticed ways of evading reality. Detecting those new forms is a prime business of philosophy, but of course philosophers often find it no easier than other people. (It is always a significant question to ask about any philosopher; "what are they afraid of?") "Sorting Out the Zeitgeist: The Moral Philosophy of Iris Murdoch ↗

— Mary Midgley

#age