London

If I remember correctly, London is a very queer place. Mighty queer. A million miles from jungle, and the British lion roars in the stone of Trafalgar Square. Mighty queer. At least a condition removed from Calcutta, but old men in Islington and in too-large sweaters dream of the sunrise days of the British Raj. Awfully queer. Centuries of hate divide St. George's channel and the Gaels, but plum-cheeked English boys drink sweet tea and grow to fight for their Queen. Mighty queer.