In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com

Island and the Wonder Wheel. How would he dream here, under this
wedding cake ceiling, so like the ceiling in their room by the obelisk and
that other Wheel?
"The obelisk that weeps tears of granite in its lonely sunless
exile, and longs to be back by the hot lotus-covered Nile" Dick had
never tired of quoting Oscar Wilde. Then Sandro had sailed that Nile,
wishing every minute he could topple his new bride into the jaws of the
crocodiles that waited so patiently among the reeds. Outside this
window there was no mocking Wonder Wheel, just the Grand Canal
lapping gently against the wall below. He could almost see the goddess
reclining on her satin bed, her hand resting lightly, there, with the little
dog curled at her feet. Was her window flung wide so she could hear
the waves mingle with the sighs of lonely lovers? He sent out an S.O.S.,
a Sospiro della Solitudine, and when he fell asleep, he dreamt of angels.
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