The Angel *******, on his official visit to the Earth in 1947, paused between the Bank and the Stock Exchange to smoke a cigarette and scrutinise the passers-by.
"How they swarm," he said, "and with what seeming energy-in such an atmosphere! Of what can they be made?"
"Of money, sir," replied his dragoman; "in the past, the present, ……
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