James Joyce's Dublin, with Selected Writings from Joyce's Works, (Nice, 1974),
"Cityful passing away, other cityful coming, passing away too:
other coming on, passing on. Houses, lines of houses, streets, miles of
pavements, piledup bricks, stones. Changing hands. This owner, that. Landlord
never dies they say. Other steps into his shoes when he gets his notice to
quit. They buy the place up with gold and still they have all the gold. Swindle
in it somewhere. Piled up in cities, worn away age after age. Pyramids in sand.
Built on bread and onions. Slaves. Chinese wall. Babylon. Big stones left.
Round towers. Rest rubble, sprawling suburbs, jerrybuilt, Kerwan’s mushroom houses,
built of breeze. Shelter for the night.