“Then, as we turned the final curve past the abandoned little hamlet of Ballydubh, with the village almost out of sight, he forced me to turn around and take in the full sweep of the mountains and the sea. "And there", he said, "is your An Clohan. You had best said good-bye, now.” CulturePoliticsLossEthicsMadnessAngerFieldworkRevisiting Book:Saints, Scholars, and Schizophrenics: Mental Illness in Rural Ireland Source: Saints, Scholars, and Schizophrenics: Mental Illness in Rural Ireland