Magically I was on the Hoboken ferry and then ashore, far downtown with the daily panic rush of commuters leaping and running and dodging in front, obeying no signals. Every evening is Pamplona in lower New York.John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley in Search of America (New York: Penguin Books, 1986), p. 276 (orig. published 1962)
Saturday, January 2, 2016
The bulls of rush hour
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