"London town is a great and stinking warren. The smokes of many...

"London town is a great and stinking warren. The smokes of many fires creep around our ankles and our cart, and a stench rises from the open sewers in the lanes: a reek that rivals anything from our cart. The streets twist unevenly between leaning houses made of wood: only one cart may fit between the walls, with people rushing all around. Like all the world we live in, this is a fallen place."
— from the novel Sinful Folk