RKS British Literature: London the City of Drab Dead (John Fowles)

If Rome, a city of vulgar living, had been depressing after Greece, London, a city of the drab dead, was fifty times worse. I had forgotten the innumerability of the place. Its ugliness. Its termite density after the sparsities of the Aegean. It was like mud after diamonds, dank undergrowth after sunlit marble; and asContinue reading “RKS British Literature: London the City of Drab Dead (John Fowles)”