The start of the Wiki page on Enya:
“Eithne Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin (born 17 May 1961; anglicised as Enya Patricia Brennan) known mononymously as Enya, is an Irish singer and composer. With an estimated equivalent of over 80 million albums sold worldwide,[3] Enya is the best-selling Irish solo artist, and the second-best-selling music act from Ireland overall, after only the rock band U2. Her music has been widely recognised for its use of multi-layers of her own vocals and instrumentation, lengthened reverb, and interwoven elements of Celtic music.”
In 1997 she bought (in an auction) the Victorian-era castle she renamed Manderley Castle. From the Wiki page on the castle:
“Irish musician Enya bought the castle in 1997 for €3.8 million ($4.1 million USD), reportedly outbidding Michael Flatley, who also viewed the house. Based on her interest in Daphne du Maurier‘s Rebecca, Enya renamed the castle “Manderley” for the fictional house that plays a central role in the 1938 novel.”
Our thanks to Tom for this very short video, The 64-year-old Irish singer Enya has never been married and never had kids, and lives in a castle with her cats. Sad.
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I really like my Enya CDs. But I’m not surprised. If she chooses this she deserves it. If she’s lonely she has only herself to blame.
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“But, at my back, I always hear.. time’s winged chariot, hurrying near
And yonder, all before us, lie deserts of vast eternity
Thy beauty shall no more be found…nor, in thy marble vault shall sound
Thy echoing song; then worms shall try that long-preserved virginity
And your quaint honour turn to dust. And into ashes all my lust
The grave’s a fine and private place
But none, I think, do there embrace…”
Part of ‘To His Coy Mistress’ by Andrew Marvell (1681)
Both yourself and malepiano are correct, Mike…. Enya’s situation is both desperately sad, and self-inflicted. Her case is a bit more high-profile than most, played out in the public domain. But, the lonely casualties of feminism and female hypergamy, both male and female, will number in the millions. As Enya herself said: “How would I know that a man isn’t after me for my money?” (Wiki). This is the curse of the successful woman. A lonely life with the cats awaits. As Philip Larkin said:
In everyone there sleeps a sense of life lived according to love
To some, it means the difference they could make by loving others
But, across most, it sweeps as all they might have been had they been loved
That nothing cures
At the remembrance tribute for George Harrison, ‘Concert for George’ in 2001, it was impossible not to be struck by the resemblance of his son Dhanni. The power of DNA. And, it’s impossible to make this trick work without women. That’s what they bring to the party. And, they will certainly amplify both the highs and the lows of life’s rollercoaster.
All of this potential…LIFE.
And it’s being choked off by grinding, humourless, ultimately self-defeating feminist ideology, and the constant projection, by women, of their own fears, the way that they see the world.
No, Enya.
Men wouldn’t have been after you for your money.
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