Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber'd and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
The Kraken, Tennyson
Bishop Drennan hit back and said: “The people of Galway are saying my integrity has been called into question.
“I can’t clear myself in this case. I don’t know if Archbishop Martin intended that or not but it has put a question mark over my integrity.”
“I’m not claiming to be a saint by a long way but as far as I can remember I handled it as best I could and I have no regrets really about the way I handled the situation there.”
“I’m happy with the way I dealt with things,” he told RTE radio.
Bishop Drennan said he did not know of any crimes that he should have reported in the past, and that he was happy with the manner in which he dealt with things.
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