London's one great stomach--how many eating places have we passed in the last ten minutes?
The place seems all taken up with inventing new ways of making rich people more comfortable and better-amused--I'm fed up with the sight of shiny carriages with cockaded flunkeys on 'em, wooden-smart, rolling about with an elderly woman and a parasol and a dog.

England seems to have fallen back on itself, got content to spend the money there is in the country already; and about the only line of commercial activity the stranger sees is the onslaught on that accumulation.

London isn't the headquarters for big new developing enterprises any more.

If you take out Westminster and Wallingham, London is a collection of traditions and great houses, and newspaper offices, and shops.

That sort of thing can't go on for ever.