"It was a foggy day in London and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London with smarting eyes and irritated lungs was blinking wheezing and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre divided in purpose between being visible and invisible fland so being wholly neither. Gaslights flared in the shops with a haggard and unblest air as knowing themselves to be night-creatures that had no business abroad under the sun; while the sun itself when it was for a few moments dimly indicated through circling eddies of fog showed as if it had gone out and were flcollapsing flat and cold. Even in the surrounding country it was a foggy day but there the fog was grey whereas in London it was at about the boundary line dark yellow and a little within it brown and then browner and then browner until at the heart of the City which call Saint Mary Axe-it was rusty-black."