from the desk of H. Bowie...

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“Moving across the city's great broken body”

I had to admit to myself that I lived for nights like these, moving across the city’s great broken body, making connections among its millions of cells. I had a crazy wish or fantasy that some day before I died, if I made all the right neural connections, the city would come all the way alive. Like the Bride of Frankenstein.

Ross MacDonald, 1968

From the book The Instant Enemy

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