Looking up at the endless tiers of balconies, he felt uneasily like a visitor to a malevolent zoo where terraces of vertically mounted cages contained creatures of random and ferocious cruelty.
“If true that notion, which but few contest,
That, in the way of wit, short things are best,
Then in good epigrams two virtues meet,
For ’tis their glory to be short, and sweet.”