YES, THERE must be something in the Irish air, or in Dublin’s Guinness that makes Dubliners – or is it all Irish people ? – unique, idiosyncratic, and proud of it, too! For example, the two iconic figures of song and literature never existed. One is Molly Malone, whose busty statue decorates a main street in Dublin, pushing her wheelbarrow full of cockles and mussels.Sweet Molly Malone has become an anthem for Dubliners. The first stanzas will be sung to you by your driver in a guided bus tour, and in museums dedicated to Dublin's history by docents, who rattle off a memorized script. And – up the Irish – all in good voice and great humor. The words are: In Dublin's fair city,/ Where the girls are so pretty,/ I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, /As she wheeled her wheelbarrow,/ Through streets broad and narrow,/ Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" Her statue created the bawdy myth that she sold seafood by day and other services by night. In Dublinese, she, non-existent, is called the “the tart with the cart.”Celebrated as sweet Molly may be, she has not merited having a day (or night) named after her. But there is the great holiday, Bloomsday, celebrated on June 16 in honor of the other, almost real icon, Leopold Bloom, the hero – or at least the subject – of James Joyce's Ulysses.