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Originally Posted by MacOneDouble
Charlie you angry bastard, how you keeping cousin.
Studying suburban London and waiting for the Call. Always waiting. It's Sunday and it's raining. Hell yes I'm angry.
“London, the crouching monster, like every other monster has to breathe, and breathe it does in its own obscure, malignant way. Its vital oxygen is composed of suburban working men and women of all kinds, who every morning are sucked up through an infinitely complicated respiratory apparatus of trains and termini into the mighty congested lungs, held there for a number of hours, and then, in the evening, exhaled violently through the same channels.”
― Patrick Hamilton, The Slaves of Solitude