I saw a city of many faces. One a Queen's of courtly graces; one a clown, his tearful grin; one a child, and one for sin. I've been inside these hidden places and seen behind these many faces. But what was behind this face
; this mask, this idiot expression made by the thousands to be sold to small children? I saw it and I was participating in a witches' sabbath in the refined heart of a quiet London bank. Now it lies, this strange object amongst others equally ...