"New York is bizarre: it's splendid, it's baroque and it's modern. It's as solid and complex as the bridges that link its five boroughs into one titanic, magnificent monolith. Yet it's also a tired old lady watching her days drip by, days numbered by slums, crime, strikes, not enough money to meet too many demands: a confused lady who dreams her dreams of passing glory in the midst of harsh reality."
Louis Sabin, Boy's Life
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