The crowd slid past the bonnet and the windows, mixed their faces with no features and their liquid bodies under a sudden blaze, or vanished into the streaming light of a tall door that led into the bowels of rich night london where all the women wore pearls and pricked their arms with needles.

Oh over there the setting sun and under that the silent stars and under they the weeping sky and under her the laughing world... Great Anarch and Monarch of Not. The flight of Lucifer over London.

It was interesting to watch the crowds. The East London women are pretty (it is the mixture of blood, perhaps), and Limehouse was sprinkled with orientals - Chinamen, Chittagonian Lascars, Dravidians selling scarves, even a few Sikhs, come goodness knows how. Here and there were street meetings. In Whitechapel somebody called the Singing Evangel undertook to save you from hell for the charge of sixpence.

London is one of the few cities in the world to have a dual rulership. Some occultists say that the city, defined for astrological purposes as that area to the East of St Paul’s, is ruled by Capricorn, and that part to the West is ruled by Gemini.

The representation on the maps of a road, or footpath is no evidence of the existence of a right of way.