Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Every Conceivable Form of Delight

"In the evening light Manhattan, as always, looked miraculous — towers of light thrusting upwards into the suffused glow of the sky, and the freeways moving rivers of headlights. Here was a city that offered, in its brash and open-handed way, every conceivable form of delight."
Rosamunde Pilcher, September

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