"How do they come to think of it?
...

No, Flanders, I don't think I could live like you.

When one walks down that street opposite the British Museum--what's it called ?--that's what I mean.

It's all like that.

Those fat women--and the man standing in the middle of the road as if he were going to have a fit ..." "Everybody feeds them," said Jinny, waving the pigeons away.