The crowd will come a little way after a fact; but in the end it gets tired because the fact won't work magic, like that conjure-stuff of the darkeys, and then it turns and goes back to the old names that mean nothing.

Only when a crowd moves all together it's dangerous because it's like the flood-tide and ebb-tide of the sea." "And the most irritating part of it," said Stephen, with an insight which had sometimes visited him in the trenches, "is that it gets what it deserves because it can always have whatever it wants--even the truth and honest government." They were passing rows of narrow old-fashioned tenement-houses, standing, like crumbling walls of red brick, behind sagging wooden fences; and suddenly, while Stephen's eyes were on the lights that came and went so fitfully in the basement dining-rooms, Darrow stopped the car in the gutter of cobblestones, and motioned in silence toward the pavement.

As Stephen got out, he glanced vaguely round him at the strange neighbourhood.
"Where are we ?" "North of Marshall Street.

A quarter which was once very prosperous; but that was before your day.

This is one of several rows of old houses, well-built in their time, better built, indeed, than any houses we're putting up now; but their day is over.