"O! her lamps of night! Her rich goldsmiths, printshops, toyshops, mercers, hardware men, pastrycooks, St. Paul's Churchyard, the Strand, Exeter Change, Charing Cross . . .All the streets and pavements are pure gold, I warrant you. At least I know the alchemy that turns her mud into that metal - a mind that loves to be home in crowds." Charles Lamb
