‘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 lighthouse. Whistles call and answer...’
The end is nigh, or near at least. Tonight’s reading at the Navan Ulysses Reading Group takes us to ‘Monto’, Dublin’s infamous red-light district. Follow Bloom who follows Stephen into and through Night-Town before defending him against the duplicitous whore-mistress and two angry policemen. As the two leave Monto together the final nostos of Joyce’s Ulysses has begun.
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