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  • The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for -- for what? Someday we'll know.

    Edward Abbey (1954). “Slumgullion stew: an Edward Abbey reader”, E P Dutton