’While I lie here they are clearing up what is left of the bombs in London,’ he said.  ’Then they are going to repair the ruins and make it all as like as possible to its former condition before the bombs fell.  Perhaps they will dig out the old house in St John’s Wood to which my father went after his expulsion from Russia....  That London of my memories seems to me like a place in another world.  For you younger people it must seem like a place that could never have existed.’

‘Is there much left standing?’ asked Edith Haydon.

’Square miles that are scarcely shaken in the south and north-west, they say; and most of the bridges and large areas of dock.  Westminster, which held most of the government offices, suffered badly from the small bomb that destroyed the Parliament, there are very few traces of the old thoroughfare of Whitehall or the Government region thereabout, but there are plentiful drawings to scale of its buildings, and the great hole in the east of London scarcely matters.  That was a poor district and very like the north and the south. . . .  It will be possible to reconstruct most of it. . . .  It is wanted.  Already it becomes difficult to recall the old time—­even for us who saw it.’

‘It seems very distant to me,’ said the girl.

‘It was an unwholesome world,’ reflected Karenin.  ’I seem to remember everybody about my childhood as if they were ill.  They were ill.  They were sick with confusion.  Everybody was anxious about money and everybody was doing uncongenial things.  They ate a queer mixture of foods, either too much or too little, and at odd hours.  One sees how ill they were by their advertisements.  All this new region of London they are opening up now is plastered with advertisements of pills.  Everybody must have been taking pills.  In one of the hotel rooms in the Strand they have found the luggage of a lady covered up by falling rubble and unburnt, and she was equipped with nine different sorts of pill and tabloid.  The pill-carrying age followed the weapon-carrying age.  They are equally strange to us.  People’s skins must have been in a vile state.  Very few people were properly washed; they carried the filth of months on their clothes.  All the clothes they wore were old clothes; our way of pulping our clothes again after a week or so of wear would have seemed fantastic to them.  Their clothing hardly bears thinking about.  And the congestion of them!  Everybody was jostling against everybody in those awful towns.  In an uproar.  People were run over and crushed by the hundred; every year in London the cars and omnibuses alone killed or disabled twenty thousand people, in Paris it was worse; people used to fall dead for want of air in the crowded ways.  The irritation of London, internal and external, must have been maddening.  It was a maddened world.  It is like thinking of a sick child.  One has the same effect of feverish urgencies and acute irrational disappointments.