He hung out of the window a long while looking up and down the street. The world’s second metropolis. In the brick houses and the dingy lamplight and the voices of a group of boys kidding and quarreling on the steps of a house opposite, in the regular firm tread of a policeman, he felt a marching like soldiers, like a sidewheeler going up the Hudson under the Palisades, like an election parade, through long streets towards something tall white full of colonnades and stately. Metropolis.
ATTRIBUTION:
John Dos Passos (1896–1970), U.S. novelist, poet, playwright, painter. View of Ed Thatcher in Manhattan Transfer, Houghton Mifflin Company (1925 and 1953).
