(The Mabbot street entrance
of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled
tramsiding set with skeleton tracks, red and
green will-o'-the-wisps and danger signals.
Rows of grimy houses with gaping doors. Rare
lamps with faint rainbow fans. Round Rabaiotti's
halted ice gondola stunted men and women squabble.
They grab wafers between which are wedged lumps
of coral and copper snow. Sucking, they scatter
slowly, children. The swancomb of the gondola,
highreared, forges on through the murk, white
and blue under a lighhouse. Whistles call and
answer.)
JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, p. 350., 15/1-10
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