East London . e marchesis nothing to him; he takes no longer any interest in any-thing; he is like the hermit, the anchorite, the recluse—he isdead to the world; he is without friends, without money,without work, without hope; his mind has nothing to occupyit; he thinks of vacant space; he walks in his sleep; he iscomatose; if he lifts his eyes and looks upon the world itmust be in wonder that his own figure is not in its properplace, its old place—it ought to be there. Why is it not?How did he get into the gutter, one of a line in single file,wuth a board in front of him and a board behind hi
East London . e marchesis nothing to him; he takes no longer any interest in any-thing; he is like the hermit, the anchorite, the recluse—he isdead to the world; he is without friends, without money,without work, without hope; his mind has nothing to occupyit; he thinks of vacant space; he walks in his sleep; he iscomatose; if he lifts his eyes and looks upon the world itmust be in wonder that his own figure is not in its properplace, its old place—it ought to be there. Why is it not?How did he get into the gutter, one of a line in single file,wuth a board in front of him and a board behind him?Newsboys shout their latest; the shops light up till everystreet is a fairyland of brightness; the carriages go up anddown. To all the sights around him, to the meaning of theshow and to the dance of life, which is so often the danceof death, the sandwich man remains indifferent. He hasnothing left of all the joys and toys and dreams and vanitiesof the world; the past is a blurred memory on which he will.
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