Chicago Is An October Sort

Thinking Of Poe, Thinking Of Mark Twain And Vachel Lindsay, Thinking Of Jack London And Tom Wolfe, One Begins To Feel There Is Almost No Way Of Becoming A Creative Writer In America Without Being A Loser.

Yet Once You've Come To Be Part Of This Particular Patch, You'll Never Love Another. Like Loving A Woman With A Broken Nose, You May Well Find Lovelier Lovelies. But Never A Lovely So Real.

Literature Is Made Upon Any Occasion That A Challenge Is Put To The Legal Apparatus By Conscience In Touch With Humanity.

The Great Trains Howling From Track To Track All Night. The Taut And Telegraphic Murmur Of Ten Thousand City Wires, Drawn Most Cruelly Against A City Sky. The Rush Of City Waters, Beneath The City Streets. The Passionate Passing Of The Night's Last El.

When We Get More Houses Than We Can Live In, More Cars Than We Can Ride In, More Food Than We Can Eat Ourselves, The Only Way Of Getting Richer Is By Cutting Off Those Who Don't Have Enough.