You, too, will feel that.

You will be content at first to watch, to listen, to wonder! Every type of humanity passes before you like the jumbled-up figures of a kaleidoscope.

You are content even to sit before a window in a back street--and listen.

What a sound that is--the roar of London, the voices of the street, the ceaseless hum, the creaking of the great wheel of humanity as it goes round and round.

And then, perhaps, in a certain mood the undernote falls upon your ear, the bitter, long-drawn-out cry of the hopeless and helpless.