Last Sunday night Mr. Max Beerbohm uttered, with a characteristic grace of phrase, microphonic lamentations over London revisited. London he now finds a cheerful, bright, salubrious Hell.
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Last Sunday night Mr. Max Beerbohm uttered, with a characteristic grace of phrase, microphonic lamentations over London revisited. London he now finds a cheerful, bright, salubrious Hell.