It had a black canal in it and a river that ran purple with ill smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness. It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and tommorrow, and evry year the counterpart of the last and the next?