It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.
Thomas de QuinceyAbout author
- Author's profession: Author
- Nationality: english
- Born: August 15, 1785
- Died: December 8, 1859
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