Excerpt from Bohemian Papers

Here was a subject worth studying out human material for a good short story at least. But, with the mistake of many beginners, I was bent upon more literary matter.

It was a hot summer night as M and I drove south through the London streets in a growler, my luggage on the roof. I had only been in London once before - a single night on the way home from a continental trip - and the look of these streets and their life now brought a curious exhilaration with it. There is some thing ln the air of London which is an inspiration in itself. When the boys run along the street crying the evening papers the latest sensation has not yet had time to grow cold, as it has farther north, while the very sight of the light burning in the clock-tower at Westminster - the Sign that Parliament is sitting - gives one the impression that he is at the hub Of the world's life. Here, one cannot help feeling, is the place where history is made, and here, if anywhere, great things are to be done.

M had met me at the station. He was my chief friend, and it was partly owing to his example that I had finally determined on going south. A year previously he had thrown up his situation at the desk of a bank in Glasgow, and had betaken himself to London to pursue art and win fame through the medium of magazine illustration. Since then he had managed to exist.

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