Douglas: Douglas is the name. And writer I am. For me, a second-hand bookshop is bliss at any time. But when it beckons from the banks of the Liffey in the midst of Dublin's fair city, then it is paradise itself. And this paradise contained treasure. A first edition from 1916, of that wonderful autobiography of youth, which reading in my teens, had made me certain I would be a writer. An enchanted shop. For with my prize from the past, I stepped straight into a happening... and the beginning of a story.