“I hate the fog! Just hate it!” he said. “And there’ll be rain by noon. We’ll be out of it, of course…” He went on from talk of rain to the state of the streets. “Look at this trash, all over the sidewalk! It’s shameful! And the mud! It’s making a fine old mess of my shoes!” He had plenty more to say, but none of it was very enlightening, so after a while Harvey gave up listening.
