The joy of socks

For Séamas O’Reilly a life lived in good socks is a life of comfort, beauty – and strange internet searchesSeamus Heaney was a schoolboy when he first encountered TS Eliot’s The Hollow Men, a poem he described as moving him like nothing he’d ever before experienced. “What happened as I read,” he wrote in the Boston Review of 3 October 1989, “was the equivalent of what happens in an otherwise warm and well-wrapped body once a cold wind gets at the