“If you lived in London, where the whole system is one of false good-fellowship, and you may know a man for twenty years without finding out that he hates you like poison, you would soon have your eyes opened. There we do unkind things in a kind way: we say bitter things in a sweet voice: we always give our friends chloroform when we tear them to pieces.”

 

 – George Bernard Shaw

 

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I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

 

In every cry of every man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.

 

How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every black’ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.

 

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

 

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1. Cockfosters (Picadilly Line)

2. Burnt Oak (Northern Line)

3. Goldhawk Road (Hammersmith and City Line)

4. Ickenham (Picadilly Line)

5. Tooting Broadway (Northern Line)

 

Runner up: St. John’s Wood (Jubilee Line)

 

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“There’s something about the beginning of Moby Dick that cheers me up every time. Thanks for sending it out today. On the matter of submarines my favorite has always been Alvin, the deep sea research vessel at Wood’s Hole Oceanographic Institute

 

 

As a child growing up in Southeastern Mass, Wood’s Hole was kind of like Cape Canaveral in my mind, and Alvin was as cool as the space shuttle.”

 

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London Derri