...wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus. forty feet long or so. waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots. making...one might imagine. for the death of the sun. Dogs. indistinguishable. in mire. Horses. scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers....

...wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making...mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. ( 1 956, chapter 1 ) Conrad also thinks of London as another kind of wilderness, a man-made "heart...

...As much mud in the streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth. . . . Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft...drizzle with flakes of soot in it as big as fullgrown snowflakes-gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. . . . Fog everywhere. ....

...wonderfol to meet a Megalosauros forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holhorn HilL Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making...a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as hig as foll-grown snowflakes— gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. (...

...and the unit of life, and to lapse out on the great darkness. Only that. 'England, My England' (333) 'Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely...blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another's umbrella, in a general infection of ill-temper. . . . Bleak House ( 1 ) To utterly, utterly, in the...

...reminiscent of Charles Dickens' description in Bleak House: "Smoke lowering down from chimney pots, making a soft black drizzle with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow flakes— gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun."22 Although this work...

...wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making...one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, undistmguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers,...

...Mutual Friend, is pollution, and the appalling black fog he describes is really what we would call smog: "Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft...mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun."2 The death of the sun here is a scarier notion than the giving in of the sun in Dombey. In a...

...wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making...drizzle with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes—gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun. Dogs, indistinguishable...

...wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimneypots, making...one another's umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers...