Hans Andersen Christian - The Shoes of Fortune (Unabridged)

Every author has some peculiarity in his descriptions or in his style of writing. Those who do not like him, magnify it, shrug up their shoulders, and exclaim–there he is again! I, for my part, know very well how I can bring about this movement and this exclamation. It would happen immediately if I were to begin here, as I intended to do, with: «Rome has its Corso, Naples its Toledo» – «Ah! that Andersen; there he is again!» they would cry; yet I must, to please my fancy, continue quite quietly, and add: «But Copenhagen has its East Street.»