Ireland's reputation as a sort of literary paradise is perhaps overrated. But it does produce some great lines. Over the weekend, I was at a meeting in a nice hotel in Blarney, just north of Cork. After the event, we went outside to go to the bar at the other end of the hotel, passing a wedding reception. Several of the wedding guests were outside, engaged in an unpleasant exchange of obscenities, and as we passed, one well dressed woman with too much to drink departed from the rest with a string of obsenities and various gestures. One member of my party said to the rest of us: "All dressed up but you still can't take her out."