In the panic that strikes London, even the police force is useless, “losing shape and efficiency, guttering, softening, running at last in that swift liquefaction of the social body.” With no trains running, the narrator’s brother finds a bicycle shop that has been broken into by looters. Obtaining a bike, he rides out of London until the front tire—punctured from the outset—can go no farther.
— Sep 09, 2025 11:14AM
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