. . . lost in the city, in time, in life . . .

. . . straying into them, the memories came . . . he refused to accept their hiding there in the shadows, denying his unremembering.

 

Milton (he had made 1204 annotations, and counting, in THAT Paradise) foretold his agony.

 

And so he saw that his own paradise was lost.

 

"“And, when night

Darkens the streets, then wander . . ."

Done