News from Nowhere; Or, An Epoch of Rest / Being Some Chapters from a Utopian Romance

s of great plane-trees nearly met overhead, but behi

. How curious it is that places change so, and yet keep their old names! Just l

century. I have heard that about here was one of the thickest parts of the town. But I must get down here, neighb

d strode away vigorou

st sight of him; for I saw that he was old, and yet he looked dry and st

ty, I should s

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dry country, where people live faster than in our temperate climate. However, I don't think it matters much, so long as a man is healthy and happy

ered up and down it. He waved his hand right and left, and said, "Holborn that side, Oxford Road that. This was once a very important part of the crowded city outside the ancient walls of the Roman and Medi?val burg: many of the feudal nobles of the Middle Ages, we are told, had big hous

ry, of which such big words have been said, counted for nothing in the memo

which I saw at once was another public group. Opposite to it was a wide space of greenery, without any wall or fence of any kind. I looked through the trees and saw beyond them a pillared portico q

d I think we had better turn in there for a minute or two; for Greylocks will be wanting his rest and his oats; and I suppose you will stay with my kin

ashing fountain in the midst. Near the fountain were a few market stalls, with awnings over them of gay striped linen cloth, about which some people, mostly women and children, were moving quietly, looking at the goods exposed there. T

u would see it thronged, and gay with people, and in the afternoon there is generally music abo

ide, where we speedily stalled the old nag and made him happy with horse-meat, and then turned

d considering my clothes and theirs, I didn't wonder; but wheneve

the whispering boughs of the trees were all about, nothing seemed changed; the very pigeons were w

but he could not forbear giving m

there are wonderful collections in there of all kinds of antiquities, besides an enormous library with many exceedingly beautiful books in it, and many most useful ones as genuine records, texts of ancient works and the like; and the worry and anxiety, a

gree with you. But now hadn't we better

sman is too old to do much work in the Museum, where he was a custodian of the books for many years; but he still lives here a good deal

k my hand, and saying, "Come along, then!" led me t