"Oh narrow, dark, damp streets leading up to the Cathedral, like fissures. By a hair's breadth I dodge a huge bucket of rinsing that falls down from the sky. A little boy who was playing in the street, whose dodge is not so clear-cut, looks up with that naïve, impersonal astonishment with which children look at a star or a lamppost. (David Herbert Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia, C.E.1921)"