Opus 21: Descriptive Music for the Lower Kinsey Epoch of the Atomic Age, a Concerto for a One-man Band, Six Arias for Soap Operas, Fugues, Anthems & BarrelhouseWylie, Philip
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Opus 21: Descriptive Music for the Lower Kinsey Epoch of the Atomic Age, a Concerto for a One-man Band, Six Arias for Soap Operas, Fugues, Anthems & Barrelhouse
Wylie, Philip
Authors -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Patients -- Fiction; Philosophy -- Fiction
That night, as electricity began to fail in the city, the surviving
people undertook to leave en masse. They had no stomach for another day
such as they had passed through. An additional factor urged them on.
During the years of the Atomic Age they had been living--like people
of every city--with keen, increasing queasiness. It is not conducive
to urban content to know that any of a dozen foreign governments
can, or potentially can, blot out you and yours in an eye-twinkling.
Indeed, for many years, people had been trickling away from cities
everywhere--either openly giving their reason or offering some excuse.
Finally, from the very onslaught of B Day, there had poured forth a
succession of orders setting up various official hierocracies for the
emergency--deputy police, wardens, and so on, along with the rationing
of gasoline, restrictions on subway use, abrogation of power supply,
and other such matters. Americans are not a patient people and of
all Americans, New Yorkers are the most impatient. Unlike Britains,
Russians, and Europeans, they had never accepted the brash contempt of
the public exhibited continually both by government and industry after
World War II. Nor had they become reconciled to bureaucratic rule.
They had resented the multiplication of authorized agents and official
personnel. Hence, not being schooled to such vicissitudes at the time
of B Day, they lost their tempers. They left town. By midnight, the
tunnels, bridges, and ferries could no longer be held open for the
evacuation of casualties. By three in the morning, every bridge and
every tunnel and every boat was swarming with one-way, antlike movement
as New Yorkers abandoned New York. All the next day the human tide
welled into metropolitan environs.
The contagion spread to other cities as words began to form above them
and in some instances even before their skies developed a C or a J or a
P or an A or the like. Terror begat terror. Various metropolises were
soon without electricity, water, food, gasoline, and so on. Fires began
to rage in them. In no time, Cleveland, Detroit, Birmingham, Boston,
Los Angeles, and other centers were in a condition like that of cities
over which a powerful enemy has gained absolute control of the air.
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