Chapter XXIV

A Vision Of The Night

>>>>All these were years ago little red-colored, pulpy infants, capable of
>>>>being kneaded, baked, into any social form you chose.
>>>>-- Carlyle

Late last night I walked along Commercial Street
from Spitalfields to Whitechapel, and still continu
ing south, down Leman Street to the docks. And
as I walked I smiled at the East End papers, which,

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