I take a look through the picture book at scenes of times gone by,
ladies in crinolines like statues and heroines and men looking sombre, moustachioed hombres of the gentlemen variety,
children with faces pressed up to the windows in countrywide mansions, I wonder if that's how they lived.

And there are other images of urchins by lampposts on street corners in cities without any names, old men in Trilbys and women in aprons, ragged dogs with nowhere to go, cats on the railings and rats in the gutters,

in the countrywide mansions, they close all the shutters and pretend that this doesn't exist.