THE HARBOURS
kitten, the flashes on the water and the whole world in a fit of frenzied joy at being alive; 
and below on the Barbican there is a reek of fish and ocean as in the times of old Drake and Captain Marryat, and the sea is quiet, ample and lustrous—I tell you, the finest harbour is at Plymouth.
But Liverpool, reader, Liverpool is the biggest; and for its size I now pardon it for the harm it did me. Owing to some congress or royal visitor or whatever it was, it would not grant the wayfarer a night’s lodging; and it terrified me with a new cathedral, big
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