A man I barely knew shouted to me from the other end of a very long hall:
‘Hey, do you have Ulysses?’
Stunned (this was hardly the place or the time), I shouted back:
‘Yes, which language?..’
We were still fifteen metres apart, swiftly closing in on each other. The man was a distinguished old professor and I admired his pace.
‘Sure. You want it?’
We exchanged a few courteous words, briefly discussed Irish visas and, seven minutes later, went our separate ways.
One hell of a conversation, up there with the very best. Today is the 16th of June, and a good day to remember.