After six relatively placid chapters (Nestor has shouting schoolboys, Hades some clattering horsedrawn carriages), Aeolus plunges the reader into the "heart" of an urban "metropolis": lower Sackville Street and adjoining thoroughfares, where dozens of "clanging" trams are noisily converging and departing, clanking presses are churning out miles of newsprint, mail cars are lining up before the General Post Office to receive flung sacks of mail, barrels of porter are "dullthudding" out of a warehouse and rolling onto a barge, a conductor is shouting out directions, bootblacks are drumming up business. In this cacophonous bustle, two impressions compete: Ireland does have a city to rival other great European capitals; but far from being purely "Hibernian" (i.e., Irish) this is a conspicuously imperial capital.

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Tram from Phoenix Park on the western edge of Dublin approaching the central exchange terminal at Nelson's Pillar. Source: archives of the National Library of Ireland. Reproduced in Cyril Pearl, Dublin in Bloomtime (Viking, 1969).

A map prepared in 1922-23 shows all of Dublin's lines of transportation, chiefly trains and trams. Source: Wikimedia Commons.