In one of its New extraordinary Stories, Edgar Allan Poe tells the story of how, in London, it follows an old man of 65 years, the garment torn, which is lost in the whirl of the streets, the stream of pedestrians. The walker is fond of the busy thoroughfares, and by the night fell, search the bazaars tumultuous, spectators who come out of theatres, cabarets and crowded. The closure of facilities at night, full of drunks and girls, filled with dismay. At dawn, he trots to the center of the city to immerse themselves in the flow of the first employees who leave to work and, there, recom…
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