Monday, 18 August 2008

Thoughts upon the London Poor

The Blue Lobster

My informant at the curiously named The Blue Lobster told me that when the Irish street-sellers quarrel “they’ll kick like devils, and scratch, and bite, like women or cats, instead of using their fists”. He wished “all the drunkards were teetotallers, if it were only to be rid of them.”

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