Never Play Cards With A Man Called

Chicago Is An October Sort Of City Even In Spring.

And Money Can't Buy Everything. For Example: Poverty.

The Only Way I Could Finish A Book And Get A Plot Was Just To Keep Making It Longer Until Something Happens.

Our Myths Are So Many, Our Vision So Dim, Our Self-deception So Deep And Our Smugness So Gross That Scarcely Any Way Now Remains Of Reporting The American Century Except From Behind The Billboards.

The Great Trains Howling From Track To Track All Night. The Taut And Telegraphic Murmur Of Ten Thousand City Wires, Drawn Most Cruelly Against A City Sky. The Rush Of City Waters, Beneath The City Streets. The Passionate Passing Of The Night's Last El.