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<h1 align="center"><font color="#008000">The Book of Sullivan


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<p align="center"><font color="#008000">A postmodern genealogy.


Sullivan without end.</font></p>


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size="7"><img src="dingle.jpg" width="422" height="239"></font><p><font


size="2"><em>The great </em></font><a href="book.html"><font


size="2"><em>Book of Sullivan</em></font></a><font


size="2"><em> was last seen on a foggy morning in Western


Ireland, 1802, at the site of the crumbled ruins of the


castle of Ardea, a soggy pile of shredded sheepskins.


What were its secrets? </em></font></p>


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<p><font size="6"><strong>T</strong></font><font size="4">he


general collapse of psychiatry and psychology invites the revival


of older forms of character typology in which family history,


morality, and bloodlines predominate.</font></p>




<p><font size="4">Anticipating this trend I began several years


ago to collect stories about people named Sullivan. I became a


wandering collector of tales. I made late night phone calls,


studied blood specimens, visited a junkyard in Nevada; I measured


heads, spent a week in Butte. I walked through the <em><strong>ould


sod</strong></em> in County Cork, trysted with the daughter of


the Spanish king at Castletown Bearehaven, seeking what


post-modernists call the </font><a href="mac.html"><font size="4">narrative


metaphor</font></a><font size="4">. Later, I thought, I would


begin an old man's task of classification and synthesis. I wrote


the first chapter of a book on my encounter with the legendary </font><a


href="http://www.Stanford.EDU/~meehan/donnelly/index.html"><font


size="4">Cessair Sullivan</font></a><font size="4">.</font></p>




<p><font size="4">The Internet, infinite and maybe eternal,


suggested expansion of the project. </font></p>




<p><font size="4">Since this is a </font><a href="mac.html"><font


size="4"><i>narrabase</i></font></a><font size="4">, you can and


should participate. By sending me your Sullivan stories. You can


do so right now by clicking </font><a


href="http://www.stanford.edu/cgi-bin/mailmerge.cgi/~meehan/data/sullcom.html"><font


size="4">HERE.</font></a><font size="4"> </font></p>




<p><font size="4">If you'd like to receive a short monthly email


describing what's new with Sullivan! Sullivan! Sullivan! include


the words &quot;subscribe sullivan&quot; in an email to </font><a


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size="4"> and my robot will add you to the list. </font></p>




<p><font size="4">If you are a social science martyr you can


always check out some </font><a href="stats.html"><font size="4">Sullivan


statistics.</font></a><font size="4"> Or go directly now to </font></p>




<p align="center"><a href="book.html"><font size="6"><strong>The


Book of Sullivan</strong></font></a><font size="6"><strong> </strong></font></p>




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</font><font size="2">Sullivan! Sullivan! Sullivan! copyright


1995 Kirribili Press. Would you like to do some Sullivan research


and make a contribution to Sullivan culture? You can do so by


sending us an email by clicking </font><a


href="http://www.stanford.edu/cgi-bin/mailmerge.cgi/~meehan/data/sullcom.html"><font


size="2">HERE.</font></a><font size="2"> </font></p>




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