Guttersome

...orientation of dichotomous hauling strange ambiverance...telltale of strangling ululating guttersome fiction out of still lack of hauling intelligence to cap on smooth march of freedom parade...skillful narration,...navigators persistence invincible ...

Two rivers ran, and met, and became one big old thing, the Gross Tar, guttersome and groaning as it passed out of city limits through the stubs of a bridge, through shantytowns in New Crobuzon's orbit, looking for the sea.