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The LORD, the LORD, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness, maintaining love to thousands, and forgiving 

wickedness, rebellion and sin. Yet he does not leave the guilty unpunished; he punishes the children and their children for the sin of the fathers to the third and 

fourth generation.

From there Elisha went up to Bethel. As he was walking along the road, some youths came out of the town and jeered at him. "Go on up, you baldhead!" they 

said. "Go on up, you baldhead!" He turned around, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the LORD. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the youths.

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 Kenneth Tynan wanted to stage one at the Royal Court, but ultimately words were not to be O’Casey’s calling. Instead, he gravitated to art.

First, though, he had to complete his National Service. From 1946 he served in the Army for two years, a period of his life which he characterised as “mud 

brown”. On his return to civilian life he engaged again with painting and drawing, both of which had been passions since childhood. He decided to jettison a 

place at the London School of Economics in favour of the Anglo-French Art Centre in St John’s Wood, where he studied painters ranging from Renoir and 

Cézanne to Picasso and Braque.Upon leaving he returned to Torquay to live with his supportive father and mother, Eileen, until his early thirties. Then, in 1959, 

came a move which was to prove crucial to his development. He settled in St Ives, to which he was drawn by a film about the painter Alfred Wallis. Coming not 

long after the death of his brother Niall, in 1956 of leukaemia, this relocation — accomplished simply by packing his possessions into a small orange Ford van 

and turning up — enabled the crystallisation of the mature, artistic O’Casey.It was in St Ives, too, that he met his future wife, Doreen. The couple were 

welcomed by the Cornish community, O’Casey once recalling that, when they lived on Teetotal Street in St Ives, “everyone gathered outside our house to hear 

the news when our first child, Oona, was born