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me some time to recover from the journey, but
when I could get about, the friendly officials of Trinity
College gave me a pass which enabled me to use their
grounds and their magnificent library.  Dublin was a city of
surprises; one could buy almost anything there.  There was
a far greater variety of goods than there is in Windsor,
Canada, or Detroit, U.S.A.  After a few months, while I was
writing Doctor from Lhasa, we decided to move to a very
beautiful fishing village some twelve miles away.  We were
fortunate in obtaining a house overlooking Balscadden Bay,
a house with a truly amazing view.
    I had to rest a very great deal, and found it impossible to
see through the windows with binoculars because of the
distorting effect of the glass.  A local builder, Brud Campbell,
with whom I became very friendly, suggested plate glass.
With that installed, I could rest on my bed and watch the
fishing boats out in the bay.  The whole expanse of harbor
was within my view, with the Yacht Club, the harbor
master's office and the lighthouse as prominent features.
On a clear day I could see the Mountains of Mourne, away
in British occupied Ireland, while, from Howth Head, I
could dimly see the mountains of Wales far across the Irish
Sea.
    We bought a second-hand car and often journeyed up

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into the Dublin Mountains, enjoying the pure air and the  
beautiful scenery.  On one such trip we heard of an elderly  
Siamese cat who was dying from an immense internal        
tumor.  After much pressure, we managed to take her into   
our household.  The best veterinary surgeon in the whole of  
Ireland examined her but thought she had only hours to       
live.  I persuaded him to operate to remove the tumor       
caused by neglect and too many kittens.  She rec