There’s nothing left to try
There’s no place left to hide
There’s no greater power
Than the power of good-bye

In pre-Victorian days, convicts were given numbers instead of names, to stigmatize them as nonpersons and to keep them from being identified. On the other hand, carriages and hotel rooms were entitled to names instead of digits.

“No one, at any rate no English writer, has written better about childhood than Dickens. In spite of all the knowledge that has accumulated since, in spite of the fact that children are now comparatively sanely treated, no novelist has shown the same power of entering into the child’s point of view.” George Orwell.

This isn’t Paris.

This isn’t London.

This isn’t Berlin.

This isn’t Hong Kong.

This isn’t Tokyo.