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are you going to as part
nineteen seventeen
monday
the second of april nineteen seventy
in washington in meriden president woodrow wilson his urging congress to
make a formal declaration of war and germany
meanwhile in new york three well-dressed youngish man
he the smart duplex apartment at thirty three west sixty-seventh street and head
out into the city
they will control consume i'll occasionally breaking into restrained
laughter
for the thin elegant frenchman in the middle flanked by his two stocking
american friends such excursions are always welcome
he is an artist who's not yet lived in the city for two years
well enough to know is a way around
too short a time to become blase about six citing since he was charms
the threat of walking south was through central park and down towards columbus
circle never fails to lift his spirits
the spectacular sight of trees morphing into buildings is to him one of the
wonders of the world as far as he is concerned new york city is a great work
of art a sculpture park crammed full of modest modern exhibits there's more life
into agencies in venice man's other great architectural creation
the trio uh... bls down broadway as shadi insulate that between streets both
rich and beautiful
as they approach midtown the sun disappears behind impenetrable blocks of
concrete in glass
bringing a spring chilled to the ad
the two americans talk across their friend whose hair is swept back to
expose a high forehead and the bold headline
as they talk he thinks as they walk he stops
he looks into the wind of the store selling household goods
he raises his hands cupping his eyes to eliminate the reflection in the glass
revealing long fingers with manicured nails and powerful veins
there is something of the thoroughbred about ten
because his brief
he moves away from the storefront and looks up
his friends have gone he glances around shrugs
and liza cigarette then he crosses the road not to seek his friends but the
finest sons warm embrace it is now four fifty pm and a wave of anxiety is washed
over the frenchman
soon the stalls will close there's something desperately needs