Chapter V

Those On The Edge

>>>>I assure you I found nothing worse, nothing more degrading, nothing
>>>>so hopeless, nothing nearly so intolerably dull and miserable as the life
>>>>I left behind me in the East End of London.
>>>>-- Huxley

My first impression of East London was natu
rally a general one. Later the details began to
appear, and here and there in the chaos of misery
I found little spots where a fair measure of happi
ness reigned, sometimes whole rows of houses
in little out-of-the-way streets, where artisans dwell
and where a rude sort of family life obtains. In
the evenings the men can be seen at the doors,
pipes in their mouths and children on their knees,
wives gossiping, and laughter and fun going on.
The content of these people is manifestly great,
for, relative to the wretchedness that encompasses
them, they are well off.

But at the best, it is a dull, animal happiness,
the content of the full belly. The dominant note
of their lives is materialistic. They are stupid and
heavy, without imagination. The Abyss seems
to exude a stupefying atmosphere of torpor, which

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