Hell’s hinges…
Whitechapel’s henges.
From Iain Sinclair’s White Chappel, Scarlet Tracings (1987)
Hell’s hinges…
Whitechapel’s henges.
From Iain Sinclair’s White Chappel, Scarlet Tracings (1987)
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“Who wants to go to town?” demanded Daisy insistently.
Gatsby’s eyes floated toward her.

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“Ah,” she cried, “you look so cool.”
Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.
From F Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby (1925)
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By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal…
…and it no longer mattered where he was.
On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere.
And this, finally was all he ever asked of things…
…to be nowhere.
From Paul Auster’s City of Glass (1985)
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