Excerpt from Paul KelverAT the corner of a long, straight, brick-built street in the far East End Of London - one of those lifeless streets, made of two drab walls upon which the level lines, formed by the precisely even window-sills and doorsteps, stretch in weary perspective from end to end, suggest ing petrified diagrams proving dead problems - stands a house that ever draws me to it, so that Often, when least conscious of my footsteps, I awake to find myself hurry ing through noisy, crowded thoroughfares, where ¿aring naphtha lamps illumine fierce, patient, leaden-coloured faces, through dim-lit, empty streets, Where monstrous shadows come and go upon the Close-drawn blinds, through narrow, noisome streets, Where the gutters swarm with children, and each ever-open doorway vomits riot, past reeking corners, and across waste places, till at last I reach the dreary goal of my memory-driven desire, and, Coming to a halt beside the broken railings, find rest.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.