Anyone is welcome to borrow a book from The Oak’s library to peruse over a pint. The splashes of curry sauce on the cover or greasy finger-marks from scotch eggs on the pages are the physical equivalent of a click counter.
Low on the horizon in the south-west there is a flush of the sun – a dark fierce red, as if of blood aglow with all life’s smouldering longings.
The Condition of the Working Class in England in 1844
He who turns in thither gets into a filth and disgusting grime, the equal of which is not be found. In one of these courts there stands directly at the entrance, a privy without a door, so dirty that the inhabitants can pass in and out of the court only by passing through pools of stagnant urine.