The man was killed to feed his image fat / Within this pictured world that ran reverse, / Where miracles alone were ever plain.

In a place like London it's quite hard to work out the taxi-distance from A to B, because the one-way system is complex, because the streets are so bendy, and because you're so concerned about how expensive the whole thing is becoming that you can't really focus on distances. So let's talk about Chicago, where it's much easier to work out taxi-distance for several reasons.

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