Abstract

Holmes was sunk in profound thought, and hardly opened his eyes until we had passed Clapham Junction. It's a very cheering thing to come into London by way of these lines which run high and allow you to look down upon the houses like this. I thought that he was joking, for the view was sordid enough, but he soon explained himself. Look at those big, isolated clumps of buildings rising up above the slates, like brick islands in a lead-coloured sea. The Board Schools. Lighthouses, my boy! Beacons of the future! Capsules, with hundreds of bright little seeds in each, out of which will spring the wiser, better England of the future ... .1'

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