Dream Angus: The Celtic God of Dreams (Myths, The)
Alexander McCall Smith
advent This tale is a retelling of the parable of Angus, a well-liked and tasty determine of the Celtic mythology of eire and Scotland. Angus is a giver of goals, an Eros, a determine of youngster. He comes right down to us from Irish mythology, yet he's encountered, too, in Celtic Scotland. he's a benign determine – good-looking and playful – who nowa days has encouraged not just the poem of W.B. Yeats, ‘The track of Wandering Aengus’, but additionally the lilting Scottish lullaby, ‘Dream Angus’. In.
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used to be in a land the place girls weren't the valuables of fellows. the boys stayed at domestic and did the entire exertions which girls do; the cooking, the cleansing, the looking at of kids – males did all that. girls governed the land in my dream, and so they didn't spend their time raiding different people’s livestock or destroying their homes. They governed lightly, like women.’ the opposite ladies checked out one another in astonishment. they'd all had unusual goals, yet none had dreamed of so wondrous something as that. Dagda.
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