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McCourt describes his adjustment to America, his search for sex, his encounters with hypocritical priests and other religious folk, his time in bars, his excuses for failure.
Life is hard, especially for McCourt, an Irishman with bad eyes, bad teeth, and a fondness for alcohol learned from his father.
Cynicism. Life is full of misery, which the simple-minded relieve with religion and the poet relieves with drink.
Obscenities, profanities, and crude descriptions.