Tipping the Velvet

"Have you ever tasted a Whitstable oyster?  If you have, you will remember it" SW
"I gave a cry, I paced the floor:  but it was not with wretchedness that I paced, it was as if to try out new limbs, to feel my whole self shift and snap and tingle with life.  I hauled open the window of my room, and leaned out into the dark - into the never-quite-dark of the London night, with its sounds and its scents that, for so long, I had been shut from. I thought, I will go out into the world again; I will go back into the city -- they have kept me from it long enough!"  SW