He slipped down with the little sunlit fields, he toiled up with the foothills, to the dark bluff, and he heard the distant clink of the hammers... On the far side of the street, opposite to where they sat, a tram stopped. It remained stationary for some little time, and they heard the voice of the conductors raised in anger ...
Tetty and Mr. Hackett could see his eager gestures, for his coat was light in colour, and hear his voice, raised in remonstrance. But Watt moved no more, as far as they could see, than if he had been of stone, and if he spoke so low that they did not hear him.
Samuel Beckett, Watt, Olympia Press, Paris, 1953, p. 16 and 17.
PLACE: Northern Europe (Ireland?)
CIRCUMSTANCE: Sitting on a bench, contemplating childhood memories: the clinking of the hammer is a memory of Mr. Hackett's father as a stone mason. In the second part of quote the sounds of the present interrupt his contemplations.