The Naïve and Sentimental Lover

n you see the muck that does get well reviewed and you read this, just read it, it’s ridiculous that he should worry at all. I mean I know.” “What’s it about?” Cassidy asks. “Oh God, everything, isn’t it, Shamus?” Shamus’ attention has been drawn to the next table, where a blond lady from Gerrard’s Cross is listening to a disguised bishop talking about The Dustbin of Ideas, which is Shamus’ metaphor for politics. “Sure,” he says vaguely. “Total vision,” and shifts his chair into the aisle the better to observe his quarry. Helen resumes. “I mean he’s put his entire life into it: me and . . . well everything. I mean just the dilemma o