I did so regret that it was the Central Line I used most. I couldn't get any kind of purchase on it. It had neither the old-fashioned open-air quality of the District Line, where rain misted the tracks as one waited, nor the grimy profundity of the Northern Line, nor the Piccadilly's ingenious, civilised connexiveness. For much of its length it was a great bleak drain, and though some of its stops--Holland Park, St. Paul's, Bethnal Green--were historic enough, they were offset on my daily journeys by the ringing emptiness of Lancaster Gate and Marble Arch, and the trash and racket of Tottenham Court Road, where I got out.
Heh heh.
Also, yes you must read more Chabon. You would adore Kavalier and Clay. I have it here and I'll lend it to you if you come down for Molly's graduation, or I'll give it to Mom and Dad to give to you.
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I did so regret that it was the Central Line I used most. I couldn't get any kind of purchase on it. It had neither the old-fashioned open-air quality of the District Line, where rain misted the tracks as one waited, nor the grimy profundity of the Northern Line, nor the Piccadilly's ingenious, civilised connexiveness. For much of its length it was a great bleak drain, and though some of its stops--Holland Park, St. Paul's, Bethnal Green--were historic enough, they were offset on my daily journeys by the ringing emptiness of Lancaster Gate and Marble Arch, and the trash and racket of Tottenham Court Road, where I got out.
Heh heh.
Also, yes you must read more Chabon. You would adore Kavalier and Clay. I have it here and I'll lend it to you if you come down for Molly's graduation, or I'll give it to Mom and Dad to give to you.