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“London, that great cesspool into which all loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.”
A Study in Secret
Arthur Conan Doyle (1887) |
“I thought of London spread out in the sun, its postal districts packed like squares of wheat.”
The Whitsun Wedding
Philip Larkin (1958) |
“I love London society! I think it has immensely improved. It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics. Just what Society should be.”
An Ideal Husband
Oscar Wilde (1895) |
