engels the condition of the working class in england

īut the sacrifices which all this has cost become apparent later. The masses of buildings, the wharves on both sides, especially from Woolwich upwards, the countless ships along both shores, crowding ever closer and closer together, until, at last, only a narrow passage remains in the middle of the river, a passage through which hundreds of steamers shoot by one another all this is so vast, so impressive, that a man cannot collect himself, but is lost in the marvel of England’s greatness before he sets foot upon English soil. I know nothing more imposing than the view which the Thames offers during the ascent from the sea to London Bridge. This colossal centralisation, this heaping together of two and a half millions of human beings at one point, has multiplied the power of this two and a half millions a hundredfold has raised London to the commercial capital of the world, created the giant docks and assembled the thousand vessels that continually cover the Thames. A town, such as London, where a man may wander for hours together without reaching the beginning of the end, without meeting the slightest hint which could lead to the inference that there is open country within reach, is a strange thing.

Engels the condition of the working class in england