This narrative discourse is invoked by and directed, yet utterly opposed to, forced travel in exile outside the narrative, even where the exilee keeps moving.

Young men with yellowish teeth standing guard at the entrances of big buildings, outside shops, on squares, at tramstops, in the scruffy park, in front of the dormitories, in bodegas, outside the station.

His shirt has come dislodged from his pants, revealing a hint of his happy trail.

Mrs. Chaloner ordered wine-biscuits and olives, and gave Mr. Freely to understand that she should find his shop a great convenience. So did the doctor’s wife, and so did Mrs. Gate, at the large carding-mill, who, having high connexions frequently visiting her, might be expected to have a large consumption of ratafias and macaroons.