‘”No,” Hale said. “I’ve got to be getting on.” – Getting on. Down the front, mixing as quickly as possible with the current of the crowd, glancing to right and left of him and over each shoulder in turn. He could see no familiar face anywhere, but he felt no relief. He thought he could lose himself safely in the crowd, but now the people he was among seemed like a thick forest in which a native could arrange his poisoned ambush.’ Brighton Rock, Graham Greene, 1938
Photo: Brighton, February 2011