Floating bricks poetically changing color? The authentic deed to London's St. Paul's Cathedral for sale at a street market? A mini-nebula transported in a fish-and-chips bag? British Telephone's most darling operator enmeshed in the Eternal Wheel's inexorable circuit? All these and more events fill one week for Winslow, who descends each morning from the north balcony of Liverpool Street Station into a surreal London. His many journeys on the Underground confront him with a bewildering assortment of troublesome passengers, bishops, engineers, agitators, enforcers and formidable matrons, along with the exasperating spirit of Descartes and the mockery of an unsyrnpathtic Deity. All concludes to Winslow's satisfaction, however, with Liverpool Street Station created anew under his admirably humanistic ordering.
