"I often think these days of Kenny's wood-fire tales of the shrine of
Black Gartan where St. Columba was born. Colomcille, old Kenny called
him around the wood-fire, didn't he? Colomcille, Kenny said, having
been in exile, knew the homesick pangs himself and therefore could give
the good Irishmen who journeyed to his shrine strength to bear them.
I'm not in exile but there are times when I should be journeyin' off,
as Kenny says when the brogue is on him, to Black Gartan. The curse of
the Celt! Kenny swears there's no homesickness in the world like an
Irishman's passionate longing for home and kin. Not that I long for
the studio. God forbid! Kenny's the symbol for it all."