So I took up my hat and stick and left the house.
After a while I found my way into Piccadilly.

I knew very little of London, but after my solitary evening walks at Braster along the sandhills and across the marshes, the contrast was in itself suggestive and almost exciting.

I watched the people, the stream of carriages.

I listened to the low ceaseless hum of this wonderful life, and I found it fascinating.

The glow in the sky was marvellous to me--the faces of the passers-by, the laughter and the whining, the tears and the cursing, the pleasure-seekers and the pleasure-satiated, how they all told their story as they swept by in one unceasing stream! For a while I forgot even my appetite.