~... imagined that I would find myself lost in 19th century London once again, wearing "a simple bonnet in pale grey and a loose woolen dress in the same color, a lace fichu lying over" my "shoulders and tied in a knot over" my "bosom" while filling the shoes of Maria Clementi, a mute opera singer, this time? The fog-clad streets and the loom wafting in the Winter air outside complementing my miserable efforts to be able to speak again as the