Copy link Copied Copy link Copied Subscribe to gift this article Gift 5 articles to anyone you choose each month when you subscribe. Already a subscriber? Login I’m meeting Fintan O’Toole – Irish writer, thinker, historian, biographer, political tragic, social observer, raconteur – on one of those indescribably wet and windy days that Sydney seems to throw up ad nauseum. It’s horrible outside.

Within minutes of arriving late, soggy and flustered, O’Toole has me in the palm of his hand – spinning yarns and recollections and prophecies so elegantly mesmerising, it is clearly apparent that I am in the presence of an Irishman with the gift of the gab. Copy link Copied Copy link Copied Subscribe to gift this article Gift 5 articles to anyone you choose each month when you subscribe. Already a subscriber? Login Follow the topics, people and companies that matter to you.

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