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       (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 flimsy 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 coal and copper snow. Sucking, they scatter slowly. Children.
              The swancomb of the gondola, highreared, forges on through the murk,
              white and blue under a lighthouse. Whistles call and answer.)

                                             the calls
Wait, my love, and I’ll be with you.

                                           the answers
Round behind the stable.

        (A deafmute idiot with goggle eyes, his shapeless mouth dribbling, jerks past,
              shaken in Saint Vitus’ dance. A chain of children’s hands imprisons
              him.)

                                           the children
Kithogue! Salute!

                                             the idiot
(Lifts a palsied left arm and gurgles.) Grhahute!

                                           the children
Where’s the great light?