The Sun over Whitechapel

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I was twenty-two when I first understood that beauty could be a kind of cruelty. It began with the mirrors. In the glass factory on Dorset Street, we polished them until they caught the dim light of London and threw it back, multiplied, distorted, made strange. The mirrors were for the Royal Navy—huge sheets of silvered glass, each one the size of a door, each one destined for a ship that would...

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