pit…door； I shall roll and hustle amid the throng； and find it amusing。 Nothing tires me。 Late at night； I shall walk all the way back to Islington； most likely singing as I go。 Not because I am happy……nay； I am anything but that； but my age is something and twenty； I am strong and well。
Put me in a London street this chill； damp night； and I should be lost in barren disfort。 But in those old days； if I am not mistaken； I rather preferred the seasons of bad weather； I had； in fact； the true instinct of townsfolk； which finds pleasure in the triumph of artificial circumstance over natural conditions； delighting in a glare and tumult of busy life unde