We don’t talk or write about June 23 – because it is the kind of date that drives you crazy:
“…Policeman Fox was alone in a private room with MacCruiskeen for a whole hour on a certain 23rd of June and he has never spoken to anybody since that day and he is as crazy as tuppence-half-penny and as cranky as thruppence.” — The Third Policeman, by Flann O’Brien, Pg 77.
It’s one of those things you don’t want to examine too closely:
“…I am becoming afraid occasionally to look at some things in case they would have to be believed.” Pg 82.
