as remarked on in homage by Neil Gaiman in Neverwhere: > The growling was the roar of traffic, and he was coming out of an underpass in Trafalgar Square. The s

as remarked on in homage by Neil Gaiman in Neverwhere: > The growling was the roar of traffic, and he was coming out of an underpass in Trafalgar Square. The sky was the perfect untroubled blue of a television screen, tuned to a dead channel.