“Create a fog within a fog”
“the fog was fog and yet was not fog. it was liquid and solid, then gas, then a roiling putrescence expanding like a balloon blown with filth.”
“His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.”
“Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.... Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.”
“A thick, intense fog was rolling in from the ocean, which created long, strange shadows to form like creatures of their own kind.”
“Frith in a fog!”