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“I think that I may go so far as to say, Watson, that I have not lived wholly in vain,” he remarked. “If my record were closed to-night I could still survey it with equanimity. The air of London is the sweeter for my presence.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0 The Final Problem<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Sir Arthur Conan Doyle<\/a><\/p>\n There are houses whose souls have passed into the limbo of Time, leaving their bodies in the limbo of London.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0 The Forsyte Saga<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0John Galsworthy<\/a><\/p>\n “If you lived in London, where the whole system is one of false good-fellowship, and you may know a man for twenty years without finding out that he hates you like poison, you would soon have your eyes opened. There we do unkind things in a kind way: we say bitter things in a sweet voice: we always give our friends chloroform when we tear them to pieces.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0 You Never Can Tell<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0George Bernard Shaw<\/a><\/p>\n London was beginning to illuminate herself against the night. Electric lights sizzled and jagged in the main thoroughfares, gas-lamps in the side streets glimmered a canary gold or green.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0 Howards End<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0E. M. Forster<\/a><\/p>\n All day the wind had screamed and the rain had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life and to recognise the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind through the bars of his civilisation, like untamed beasts in a cage.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0 The Five Orange Pips<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Sir Arthur Conan Doyle<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “I think that I may go so far as to say, Watson, that I have not lived wholly in vain,” he remarked. “If my record were closed to-night I could still survey it with equanimity. The air of London is …<\/span> <\/p>\n ","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2188,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[348,269,491,107,488,826,489,492,106,490],"class_list":["post-2189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-everything-else","tag-e-m-forster","tag-george-bernard-shaw","tag-howards-end","tag-john-galsworthy","tag-london-quotes","tag-sir-arthur-conan-doyle","tag-the-final-problem","tag-the-five-orange-pips","tag-the-forsyte-saga","tag-you-never-can-tell"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2189","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2189"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2189\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2188"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}