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Victorian London, in all its awful, teeming, endless variety, with its dark alleyways peopled by criminals, beggars and children, its unbreathable air, its pea-soup smog, its carriages rattling along streets lined with prostitutes, its weary laborers filing out for a pint at the end of a mind-numbing day, its warm, smoke-filled theaters, its cool, airy, quiet museum library, its actors, its murderers, its writers, its intellectuals -- all of this erupts from Mr. Ackroyd's overheated imagination with the hectic, insistent reality of a nightmare. He cannot look away until he wakes up, and neither can we.
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