The mind which renounces, once and forever, a futile hope, has its compensations in ever-growing calm.
GEORGE GISSING, The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
Down in Farringdon Street the carts, wagons, vans, cabs, omnibuses crossed and intermingled in a steaming splash-bath of mud; human beings, reduced to their due paltriness, seemed to toil in exasperation along the strips of pavement, bound on errands, which were a mockery, driven automaton-like by forces they neither understood nor could resist.
GEORGE GISSING, The Nether World
London is a huge shop, with a hotel on the upper storeys.
GEORGE GISSING, New Grub Street