Europe Revised by Irvin S. Cobb — Read

My first experience with the bathing habits of the native Aryan stocks / of Europe came to pass on the morning after the night of our arrival in / London.

London disappointed me in one regard -- when I opened my eyes that morning / there was no fog. There was not the slightest sign of a fog. I had / expected that my room would be full of fog of about the consistency of / Scotch stage dialect -- soupy, you know, and thick and bewildering. I / had expected that servants with lighted tapers in their hands would be / groping their way through corridors like caves, and that from the / street without, would come the hoarse-voiced cries of cabmen lost in the / enshrouding gray. You remember Dickens always had them hoarse-voiced.