It seems to me, just a lit­tle ol’ assem­blag­ist, that Dorothy and Ruth may have received some instruc­tion from the Irish­man who, in 1954, set a non­stop speak­ing record. When inter­viewed about Mr. Sheehan’s feat, Dorothy replied, “It’s all in the abil­ity to change sub­jects with­out think­ing about the sub­jects and one just keeps on blath­er­ing until the pat­ter­ing and nat­ter­ing begins to cause cere­bral explo­sions and cor­pus­cle cringes in the lis­ten­ing and atten­tively per­suant audi­ence which sits at my right hand almighty until I leave my RV for the out­side yard and come back again to the kitchen win­dow.” To which Ruth nod­ded, and said, “Yes.”

In amaz­ing exhi­bi­tion of Irish gar­rulity he sets non­stop record with a speech last­ing 127 hours.

In the Eng­lish town of Old­ham, a loqua­cious Irish­man named Kevin Shee­han from Lim­er­ick, which is a good 55 miles from the tower of vol­u­bil­ity at Blar­ney, hav­ing decided to show tht he could talk longer with­out stop than any man had ever before, sur­rounded him­self in a pub­lich hall with throat lozenge­sand med­icated cig­a­rettes and a pay­ing audi­ence and started chat­ter­ing on this and that, utter­ing crit­i­cism of Bernard Shaw, a drama­tist he con­sid­ers poorly, pre­fer­ring James Joyce, who was sel­dom a drama­tists, and Sean O’Casey, who is often one, but all of them Irish­men, and moved from there in a rich and effu­sive brogue to the philoso­phies of Aris­to­tle, Plato and Socrates, paus­ing to give his opin­ions on hyp­no­tism, cap­i­tal­ism, com­mu­nism, and the lost civ­i­liza­tions, all the time with­out a note to guide him­self by, just blath­er­ing, blath­er­ing, blath­er­ing and blath­er­ing along with­out stop, nat­ter­ing, pat­ter­ing, prat­ing and prat­tling until the 127^th hour, claim­ing a record and suf­fer­ing a sore throat, he stopped.

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