Is it true,’ she said, ��?that England is like a dream? Because one of my friends who married an Englishman wrote and told me so. She said this place London is like a cold dark dream sometimes. I want to wake up.’��?Well’, I answered annoyed, ��?that is precisely how your beautiful island seems to me, quite unreal and like a dream.’��?But how can rivers and mountains and the sea be unreal?’��?And how can millions of people, their houses and their streets be unreal?’��?More easily,’ she said, ��?much more easily. Yes a big city must be like a dream.
