rippedup

Updated: May 2, 2025

There's a friend of yours gone by, Dedalus, he said. Who is that? Your son and heir. Where is he? Mr Dedalus said, stretching over across. The carriage, passing the open drains and mounds of rippedup roadway before the tenement houses, lurched round the corner and, swerving back to the tramtrack, rolled on noisily with chattering wheels.

James Joyce - Ulysses