that as he walked along the North Strand Road, glancing idly at the windows of the provision shops, he would recall the dark humour of Guido Cavalcanti and smile; that as he went by Baird's stonecutting works in Talbot Place the spirit of Ibsen would blow through him like a keen wind, a spirit of wayward boyish beauty; and that passing a grimy marine dealer's shop beyond the Liffey he would repeat the song by Ben Jonson which begins:
Hasia zuen hirian zeharreko goizeko bilaldia, eta bazekien aldez aurretik Fairviewko istingadiak igarotzen zituenean Newmanen prosa monastiko zilar-nabarreztatuan pentsatuko zuela, North Strand Roadetik dendetako erakusleihoei arretagabeki begira zihoala, Guido Cavalcantiren umore iluna gogoratu eta irribarre egingo zuela, Talbot Placeko Bairdeneko hargintza-lanen ondotik pasatzen zenean, Ibsenen izpirituak, edertasun gazte menderakaitzaren izpirituak, joko zuela haize fin batek bezala, eta Liffeyz bestaldeko itsas merkagai saltzaile baten denda likitsutik pasatzean, Ben Jonsonen honela hasten den kanta abestuko zuela: