Donnybrook. This is a fun little word for an uprising, a melee, or a riot. It can also refer to an argument. If you search Google for this particular term, you will not only find the definition but also learn that it is a place called Donnybrook, which is part of Dublin, Ireland. Very interesting!
“We got no jobs, no money, no power, no nothin’, nothin’ to live for ‘cept vice and indulgence. That’s how they control us. But it’s falling apart. What we got is our land and our machines, our families and our ability to protect it all, to keep them alive. We got our hands. Ones who’ll survive will be the ones can live from the land. Can wield a gun. Those folks’ll fight for what little they’ve got. They’ll surprise the criminals with their own savagery. Man, woman, and child will be tested. Others’ll be too weak and scared. Uneducated in common sense. Won’t know what’s happened. But believe me, war is coming.”
So to be Frank (I’m Sam), I have never really been part of an uprising, a melee or a riot. The word does not scream violence and uprising at me. Because of that I may have to start using it when I get myself into a little donnybrook with friends and family. Makes it seem so much nicer.
“All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Éorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.”
Even through I have never been involved in a donnybrook myself, many of my favorite times in Korea felt like I was part of it all. So very much a part of it all. Miss you guys!!
Holy Christ! There was a frickin’ melee in the alley. Lessers. Brothers. Two civilians crouched and quivering in the middle. And big bad Butch o’Neal. – J.R. Ward
I have no time to look back. My heart is dancing in the present moment feeling the joy of life. – Debasish Mridha