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The following text is from a 1955 translation of Samuel Beckett's 1951 novel Molloy (translated by the author and Patrick Bowles).
In the text, Molloy has arrived at the town ramparts, an elevated walkway atop the city walls.
And having cleared the ramparts I had to confess the sky was clearing, prior to its winding in the other shroud, night. Yes, the great cloud was ravelling, discovering here and there a pale and dying sky, and the sun, already down, was manifest in the livid tongues of fire darting towards the zenith, falling and darting again, ever more pale and languid, and doomed no sooner lit to be extinguished.
In the text, Molloy has arrived at the town ramparts, an elevated walkway atop the city walls.
And having cleared the ramparts I had to confess the sky was clearing, prior to its winding in the other shroud, night. Yes, the great cloud was ravelling, discovering here and there a pale and dying sky, and the sun, already down, was manifest in the livid tongues of fire darting towards the zenith, falling and darting again, ever more pale and languid, and doomed no sooner lit to be extinguished.