But the London vulgar I abominate, root and branch.

The mere sound of their voices nauseates me; their vilely grotesque accent and pronunciation--bah! I could write a paper to show that they are essentially the basest of English mortals.

Unhappily, I know so much about them.

If I saw the probability of my dying in a London lodging-house, I would go out into the sweet-scented fields and there kill myself.' Earwaker understood much by this avowal, and wondered whether his friend desired him so to do.
'Well, I can't say that I have any affection for the race,' he replied.
'I certainly believe that, socially and politically, there is less hope of them than of the lower orders in any other part of England.' 'They are damned by the beastly conditions of their life!' cried Godwin, excitedly.

'I don't mean only the slum-denizens.