Status Updates From Dubliners

Se lee lento pero super guay los relatos

"But my body was like a harp and her words and gestured were like fingers running upon the wires"

"The streets, shuttered for the repose of Sunday, swarmed with a gaily coloured crowd. Like illumined pearls the lamps shone from the summits of their tall poles upon the living texture below, which, changing shape and hue unceasingly, sent up into the warm grey evening air an unchanging, unceasing murmur." (p. 52)