“Norfolk”.
“Know Manchester?”
“I was there one day”.
“Difference between Manchester and London, isn't there? I am a Manchester man, I am. All the difference in the world. This cold, stiff, selfish city. Londoners, eh? A lot of peripatetic tombstones!”
And so he went on; this being his whole theory of God and Man: that Londoners are peripatetic tombstones, but Manchester-men just the other way—seemed a mechanic, brisk-eyed, small; a man who had read; but now, evidently, down on his luck.
“Then, why come to London?”—from Hogarth.
“Looking for work”,—with a shrug—“looking for a needle in a bundle of hay. What would you have? the whole place overrun with Jews. England no longer belongs to the English, that's the long and short of it”.
Hogarth looked him in the face. “Did England belong to the English before the Jews came?”
“How do you mean? Of course it did”.
“Which part of it?”