To visit Chicago is one thing, to live there another. This was not the Chicago of her vacations, where one is always escorted to the lake shore, to the gold coast, driven along the
winding lanes of traffic of Lake Shore Drive in the shadow of beautiful apartment buildings,
along State Street and Michigan Avenue to window-shop at least. And perhaps taken on an
excursion on the lake. How is it she hadn't noticed the expression of the citizens, not the
ones fluttering in and out of taxis, but the ones at bus stops, hopping like sparrows, shivering
and peering anxiously for the next bus, and those descending wearily into the filthy bowels
of the subway like the souls condemned to purgatory
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