This pretty much explains to me why I may never publish a book, but why I like telling stories the way I do:
Our genetic inability to call a spade a spade and our compulsion to say no when we mean yes, and vice versa, are but surface manifestations of a deeply ingrained reflex to subvert, invert and pervert the English language. In Ireland, the words must fit the rhythm, often at the expense of logic or clarity...
The liberal, and frequently illogical, peppering of conversations with swear words by Irish writers is more a method of retaining a rhythmic pattern of speech than an expression of hostility.