Tuesday, 5 July 2016
Wealth gleams in the streets of Tir-nan-Og and the caves of the leprechauns so the Sidhe cannot be bought with the promise of booty in Trollheim.
Tir-nan-Og is the Land of the Young and WB Yeats wrote:
"I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young..."
-copied from here.
(I thought that he drank wine but the text says "ale.")
This boast sounds like the one in the Rig Veda:
"Have I not drunk Soma?" (see here)
Tir-nan-Og anticipated time dilation which Poul Anderson celebrated in Tau Zero. There seems to have been an ancient intuitive recognition that time is relative, not absolute.
Addendum: At secondary school in the Republic of Ireland, I read an Irish poem, see here. It begins "Ta Tir na nOg..." We translated "Is cat ag cru ne greine" as "The cat milking the sun."