From Becketts letter to Tom McGreevey 9th June 1936,

‘While I was bathing a filthy little mongrel got into a profound coit with our old bitch, now in the height of heat. I and the act, we were surrounded by a ring of guffawing boys, naked, urging me not to interfere, nor spoil sport etc. I had to carry the two of them without assistance, into the sea & hold them until the glans contracted. Then I had to bring her down to a dog abortionist on the Upper Dargle Road & pay 7/6 to have her washed out.

To McGreevy 6th Nov 1937, ‘There is no animlal I loath more profoundly then a Civic Guard, a symbol of Ireland with his official Gaelic loutish complacency & pot-walloping Schreinlichkeit, & and if if I can insert even a fraction of this feeling in the gloved skull of Mr D.J. Reddin before leaving this whoreless kip of a country I shall gladly pay the exrea pound for the pleasure.

Reddin a District Justice and Playwright. McCreevy became Director of National Gallery