The English Can Laugh And At The

If I Did Only One Thing At A Time I'd Think I Was Wasting My Time. If, For Example, I Only Wrote Novels I Would Feel Like A Charlatan And A Fraud.

There Are Certain People Who Seem Doomed To Buy Certain Houses. The House Expects Them. It Waits For Them.

And The Smell Of The Library Was Always The Same - The Musty Odour Of Old Clothes Mixed With The Keener Scent Of Unwashed Bodies, Creating What The Chief Librarian Had Once Described As 'the Steam Of The Social Soup.'

Yet, Like The Sea And The Gallows, London Refuses Nobody.

London Goes Beyond Any Boundary Or Convention.it Contains Every Wish Or Word Ever Spoken, Every Action Or Gesture Ever Made, Every Harsh Or Noble Statement Ever Expressed. It Is Illimitable. It Is Infinite London.