âIn retrospect, you remember secrets whispered in shops and the things people wouldnât say to each other. Seamus Heaney puts it perfectly in that line, âwhatever you say, say nothingâ, and in the bog poems, where he writes about bodies in the land and unanswered questions. Down around there, there was always that sense of things happening around corners and people appearing out of hedgerows.â Allegory of the land Brandonâs terse dialogue resonates within a close-knit, insular community, where everyone is connected to or knows everyone else. Itâs a community ...