Charlie arrived in London by train and was greeted by thousands of well-wishers who were anxious to catch a glimpse of their native son.
"Why is it that London always wrings my heart? Is it the love of my people? They are my people, these Cockneys. I am one of them. As I look into their faces I see that spiritual hunger, that inner craving. Their emotions have made them inarticulate. They are only expressed by the eager clutching of my sleeve. How little must come into their lives! How appreciative they are for the trivial thing that I've done." ("A Comedian Sees The World, Part I," A Woman's Home Companion, September 1933)
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