Rose of Castille

“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]

Rose

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