“The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow's,
incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath - and over all,
the revolutions of light, the growings and recedings of light
- light dividing like pearls - forming and reforming in glittering bars
and circles and monstrous grotesque figures cut amazingly on the sky.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
