He had spent the last week searching for evidence of Dancy’s Music Hall, and in that time he had met Dickensian-visaged gentlemen who kept obscure bookstores in curious little pockets of London and who wore fingerless gloves like Uriah Heep; earnest librarians who offered specialist search servic...
It was how he had always seen it, all through the years from his earliest childhood memories. A nothing person with no roots, treated with false kindness, with a conscious air of you are no different to our own children. He was given the same things and opportunities as the others: schooling, out...