2020-04-25

Pašizolācija, pt. XXXIV

It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.

Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.

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