Manchurian Books

After a time I wrote to him in more moderate terms, and he answered
me evasively. And then I tried to dismiss him from my mind and went on
working.
Yes, that first raid upon London under the moist and chilly depression
of January had an immense effect upon me. It was for me an epoch-making
disappointment. I had thought of London as a large, free, welcoming,
adventurous place, and I saw it slovenly and harsh and irresponsive.
I did not realise at all what human things might be found behind
those grey frontages, what weakness that whole forbidding facade might
presently confess. It is the constant error of youth to over-estimate
the Will in things. I did not see that the dirt, the discouragement, the
discomfort of London could be due simply to the fact that London was
a witless old giantess of a town, too slack and stupid to keep herself
clean and maintain a brave face to the word. No! I suffered from the
sort of illusion that burnt witches in the seventeenth century. I
endued her grubby disorder with a sinister and magnificent quality of
intention.


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