NOT A MAN disposed to this sort of thing, Anthony Trollope allowed himself to be moved to awe at the sight of the two lamps which guard the entry to the Members’ Lobby of the House of Commons:

I have told myself, in anger and in grief, that to die and not to have won that right of way, though but for a session,—not to have passed through those lamps,—is to die and not to have done that which it most becomes an Englishman to have achieved.1