Hansom cabs drive along rainy London streets. One horseless carriage is visible. I almost expect to see Eliza Doolittle running through the photo.
The Old Wolf has spoken.
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Playing in the World Game 
All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air,
With one enormous chair—
Ah, wouldn’t it be loverly?