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With the euphoria of the American elections past and the world struggling to come to grips with the financial panic, which seemed about to overwhelm it, Pat O’Connelly returns to Dublin. The contrast between the city's bleak landscape and the bright skies of Miami could not have been starker. As his taxi made its way through the city center, the Christmas lights, which still decorated the streets, gave off a strange glare in the early evening fog. The driver sniffed and mumbled that they ‘would do little feckin good for the working man, with jobs melting away like good Irish butter on toast’.