A story by JAMES JOYCE Read by Norman Rodway
' turned away slowly and walked down the middle of the bazaar. I heard a voice call from one end of the gallery that the light was out. The upper
Part of the hall was now completely dark. Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity: and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.'
Producer MAURICE LEITCH followed by an interlude