Tomorrow is another day, and no mistake and there seem to be an endless supply of tomorrows for this Sumo sized novel, which has sold 30 million copies in 27 languages since it was first published 60 years ago. And it has aged gracefully, all 1,011 pages of it; its portrait of a vanished lifestyle - teeming with detail and groaning with emotion - is as vividly multicoloured as ever, its observations as tart. "The Irish," said [Rhett], "are the damndest race. They put so much emphasis on so many wrong things ...
