Day 7: Mr Sacks, in embered red


 * Mr Sacks... I have nothing for you.
 * Mr Sacks: it is peaceful here
 * Mr Sacks, London is the crucible of desires
 * Mr Sacks, London weeps for the sky
 * Mr Sacks: the Bazaar strangles and consumes
 * Mr Sacks: take this work of mine...
 * Invite him into your parlour as the Widow suggested
 * The Violet-Eyed Waif told you what you should say...