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A curious wooden silhouet about 30 ft. high stood on the asphalt "safety island" in the centre of Piccadilly Circus last week between two tall stepladders. Every day workmen twisted it about while grave gentlemen with bowler hats and umbrellas inspected it, argued whether it should be a few inches higher or lower, whether it should face Shaftesbury Avenue, Haymarket, or Piccadilly. Policemen grinned under their helmets, flower women beamed over their baskets. Eros was coming back to Piccadilly. Dear to the heart of sentimental Londoners is the bronze God of Love...