Jimmy, the idealist, what would Jimmy do?
He reached for a hat and made for the door.

He would post his letter that night under the stars.
Once outside, he walked on farther down Westminster way.

At the Bridge he leaned for a while and watched the sullen, tireless river, and then turned to walk up past the House.

It was a clear, still night, and the street was fairly empty.

Big Ben boomed eleven, and as he crossed in front of the gates to reach St.Margaret's he wondered what was doing in there.