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It Is Difficult To Speak Adequately Or Justly Of London. It Is Not A Pleasant Place; It Is Not Agreeable, Or Cheerful, Or Easy, Or Exempt From Reproach. It Is Only Magnificent.

There's No More Usual Basis Of Union Than Mutual Misunderstanding.

Experience Is Never Limited, And It Is Never Complete; It Is An Immense Sensibility, A Kind Of Huge Spider-web Of The Finest Silken Threads Suspended In The Chamber Of Consciousness, And Catching Every Air-borne Particle In Its Tissue.

London Is On The Whole The Most Possible Form Of Life.

...he Had Long Decided That Abundant Laughter Should Be The Embellishment Of The Remainder Of His Days.