Festschrift for Tadhg Foley
Des Temps Perdus Gabriela M. Steinke 297
Des Temps Perdus Gabriela M. Steinke Tadhg Foley’s academic achievements will find worthy acknowledgement from those better qualified to give them their due. I will use the occasion of Tadhg’s retirement to look back, not over the entire quarter of a century or so of our acquaintance, but right back to the beginning of our friend- ship, to that remarkable academic year of 1983–4. It was the second year I spent in Galway as a DAAD-Lektorin in the German Department of University College Galway, and that year I joined the ranks of the many people who were at one time or another lodgers in ‘The Thatch’, surely one of the most hospitable houses in Ireland. The house is a good house but is made special by its owner. If ever there was a man to be called a catalyst, it is Tadhg Foley. Things happen around Tadhg, and it is neither nostalgia nor remembrance of lost youth that make that year stand out as one of the fullest of my life. On first acquaintance, Tadhg was a rather unassuming young(ish) man, then a junior lecturer in UCG. We met at a party in Evi’s cottage in Knock- nacarra (and how that area has changed, it was practically in the country then!), where Tadhg was chiefly remarkable for sitting quietly with a fairly full pint of homebrew in his hand, apparently nodding off, but never spill- ing a drop and every now and again answering a question or chipping...
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