Sisyphus in Dublin

It's been a while since I posted one of these. This guy is called The Linesman. He's on the bank of the River Liffey and is dutifully pulling the rope. I imagine that on the other end, there is a small merchant vessel with wares to offload, some of which are barrels of whiskey to send round to the local pubs.

Alas, unless my eyes deceive me there is no such boat. I don't really have the heart to tell him this, though. Frankly, in his job of pulling the rope in, he doesn't seem to have gained much ground since we arrived almost two months ago. Given his lack of progress, he should just tie his end of the rope to something and nip off to the pub for a quick pint. I doubt anyone would notice, or if they did, mind very much.

Clearly, his level of dedication far surpasses my expectations and I am glad that he is setting such an example for the youths of today. So today, I salute you, Mr. Line Pulling Linesman on the Bank of the River.