|Boyle sat in a Belfast confessional. „Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,“ he said. „I’ve blown up three hundred miles of English railroad!“ „All right, my son,“ admonished the priest. „For penance, finish off the stations!“
|Boyle sat in a Belfast confessional. „Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,“ he said. „I’ve blown up three hundred miles of English railroad!“ „All right, my son,“ admonished the priest. „For penance, finish off the stations!“