>And yet again, Seamus shamelessly sidesteps the subject.
[snipped irreverant refference to my moral character]
But I'm still fairly sprightly for an oul' fella!
>those of us who await your enlightenment on Sheelas and Sovereignty pine
There's probably a cure for that. While we find one, it might be
enlightening to consider the etymology of the name Sheela-na-gig. Eamonn
Kelly (National Museum of Ireland) avers that the term 'comes from the Irish
language, although its meaning is uncertain.' He suggests 'Sighle na
gCíoch,' the 'old hag of the breasts,' or 'Síle-ina-Giob' meaning 'sheela (a
name for an old woman) on her hunkers.' Others have suggested variations on
the theme, but all seem to agree that 'Sheela' refers to a hag or old woman.
There is no agreement about the 'gig' part of the name.
'Sighle na gCíoch' doesn't make much sense because only a few sheelas have
breasts. Most have none or, at most, just suggestions of breasts.
Interpretation as 'Síle-ina-Giob,' the squatting sheela, also has problems
because, while quite a few are squatting, some are not. Neither of these
address the most obvious feature of sheelas.
>To console myself I do consume several slices of my own sourdough dark rye
with homemade (very real and very yellow) butter, but these fats and carbs
do not slake that longing for elucidations thus far denied.
Apologies for being elucidationary elusive.
What's a 'gig?'
Seamus, who thinks he knows.