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Thesebroadthoroughfares--PiccadillySouth,PiccadillyNorth,RegentStreetandtheHaymarket--aresandedpathsofvictorydriventhroughthejungle.Itoo,withmylittlepatent-leathershoes,myhandkerchiefthatisbutafilmofgauze,myreddenedlipsandmyfinelypencilledeyebrows,marchtovictorywiththeband.
’Lookhowtheyshowoffclotheshereevenundergroundinaperpetualradiance.Theywillnotlettheearthevenliewormyandsodden.Therearegauzesandsilksilluminedinglasscasesandunderclothestrimmedwithamillionclosestitchesoffineembroidery.Crimson,green,violet,theyaredyedallcolours.Thinkhowtheyorganize,rollout,smooth,dipindyes,anddrivetunnelsblastingtherock.Liftsriseandfall;trainsstop,tramsstartasregularlyasthewavesofthesea.Thisiswhathasmyadhesion.Iamanativeofthisworld,Ifollowitsbanners.HowcouldIrunforshelterwhentheyaresomagnificentlyadventurous,daring,curious,too,andstrongenoughinthemidstofefforttopauseandscrawlwithafreehandajokeuponthewall?ThereforeIwillpowdermyfaceandreddenmylips.Iwillmaketheangleofmyeyebrowssharperthanusual.Iwillrisetothesurface,standingerectwiththeothersinPiccadillyCircus.Iwillsignwithasharpgesturetoacabwhosedriverwillsignifybysomeindescribablealacrityhisunderstandingofmysignals.ForIstillexciteeagerness.Istillfeelthebowingofmeninthestreetlikethesilentstoopofthecornwhenthelightwindblows,rufflingitred.
’Iwilldrivetomyownhouse.
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