By all means print that chapter about business and call it "Business in Ireland" as you suggest. That would be better than the one about the moon, because the first I wrote myself, and the other is an actual letter to me from somebody else, repeating the words of a countryman.
"ARE YOU coming out tomorrow?" said a friend to me, for the hounds were to be within five miles of me.
"No," I said. "I am writing a book about Ireland, and want to get on with it."
"About Ireland," he said. "What are you telling them?"
"Oh, sport," I said, "and poetry and history, and of course politics. But not much history, for the book is to be in one volume and that volume is to be lifted with one hand."
"Another reason why much history would be out of place in a book about Ireland," he said, "is that they none of them know any of it."
"I thought it was one of the things the people are fondest of," I said.
"They are," said he, "but in the schools, where they learn it, it is only used as missiles to throw at England, so that it gets rather tattered. It is very exciting of course, but you couldn't any longer call it history, after it has been the round of a few schools."
"Well, I don't know very much about it myself," I said.
"No, nobody does," he replied. "But you're right to give them sport; and I think there's some poetry in all of them."
"Their talk is full of it," I answered, "and all their legends."
"Yes," he said. "But what are you doing about politics?"