It is true that in the mornings, as she entered West Street, the sight of the dark facade of the fortress-like structure, emblematic of the captivity in which she passed her days, rarely failed to arouse in her sensations of oppression and revolt; but here, at least, she discovered an outlet for her energies; she was often too busy to reflect, and at odd moments she could find a certain solace and companionship in the river, so intent, so purposeful, so beautiful, so undisturbed by the Inconcinnity, the clatter and confusion of Hampton as it flowed serenely under the bridges and between the mills toward the sea.
"The Dwelling Place of Light, Complete"
Winston Churchill Last Updated: March 5, 2009