Which is worse, asks Kelly Hurley, 'London as a chaosmos–a space of meaningless noise, activity, sensation in which narratives indiscriminately crowd one another and no one narrative has any more significance than the next' or 'the paranoid network of deeply-laid and infernal designs'?

With not too hasty and prejudicant ears.

Poh, poh! it's a mere trifle, I repeat, Tibbits rejoined.

It's not as if I know all your personal hootmalalie.