Now That's What I Call a Steam Engine!

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Now That's What I Call a Steam Engine!

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"The train slows and lengthens, as we approach London, the centre, and my heart draws out too, in fear, in exultation. I am about to meet - what? What extraordinary adventure waits me, among these mail vans, these porters, these swarms of people calling taxis? I feel insignificant, lost, but exultant. With a soft shock we stop. I will let the others get out before me.

I will sit still one moment before I emerge into that chaos, that tumult. I will not anticipate what is to come. The huge uproar is in my ears. It sounds and resounds under this glass roof like the surge of a sea. We are cast down on the platform with our hand-bags. We are whirled asunder.

My sense of self almost perishes; my contempt. I become drawn in, tossed down, thrown sky-high. I step out on to the platform, grasping tightly all that I possess - one bag."

Virginia Woolf, The Waves.



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"…I hate how I don’t feel real enough unless people are watching." — Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
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René Groebli

From the Rail Magic series.
"…I hate how I don’t feel real enough unless people are watching." — Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

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