"The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughter hoarse as a crow's, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath - and over all, the revolutions of light, the growing and recedings of light - light dividing like pearls - forming and reforming in glittering bars and circles and monstrous grotesque figures cut amazingly in the sky.
...There were the bells and the continued low blur of auto horns from Fifth Avenue, but his own street was silent and he was safe in here from all the threats of life, for there was his door and the long hall and his guardian bedroom - safe, safe! The arc-light shining into his window seemed for this hour like the moon, only brighter and more beautiful than the moon."
- from The Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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