"New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world."

From F. Scott Fitzgerald's "My Lost City," collected in The Crack-Up (1945)

"What news from New York?"
"Stocks go up. A baby murdered a gangster."
"Nothing more?"
"Nothing. Radios blare in the street."

No blogging for a few days, as we're off to New York for the weekend.