“Lenehan extended his hands in protest.
– But my riddle! he said. What opera is like a railway line?
– Opera? Mr O’Madden Burke’s sphinx face reriddled.
Lenehan announced gladly:
– The Rose of Castille. See the wheeze? Rows of cast steel. Gee!”
[James Joyce, Ulysses]
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