"Midnight. I hear the moonLight chiming on St Paul's.The City is empty. NightWatchmen are drinking their tea.The Fire had burnt out.The Plague's pits had closedAnd gone into literature.Between the big buildingsI sat like a flea crouchedIn the stopped works of a watch."- 'The Night…
The Night City
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