I do hate the City of London! It is the only thing whichever comes between us.
Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1900), A Duet with an Occasional Chorus, 1899
I do hate the City of London! It is the only thing whichever comes between us.
Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1900), A Duet with an Occasional Chorus, 1899