The Relentless CityBenson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The Relentless City
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
British -- United States -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction
the passage of the cars up and down the street, and still the swarming
crowds clustered and hung on to straps and backs of seats wherever
they could find foot-hold and standing room. But all alike, in payment
for this demoniacal means of locomotion, put their five cents into the
hot and grimy hands of the conductor, from which, by occult and subtle
processes, they were gradually transformed into the decorations of the
yachts and palaces of the owners of the line.
Democracy and discomfort, too, held equal sway in the crowded trams of
the elevated railway which roared by overhead down Sixth Avenue, in the
carriages of which tired millionaires and tired milliners sat stewing
side by side, with screeching whistles, grinding brakes, and the
vomiting forth of the foul smoke from soft coal; for a strike of some
kind was in progress in Pennsylvania, and the men who had stored coal
and also engineered the strike were reaping a million dollars a day in
increased prices and slight inconvenience to a hundred million people,
for the thick pungent smoke poured in wreaths into the first-floor
windows of the dingy, dirty habitations of the street. But the train
passed by on the trembling and jarring trestles, and the inconvenience
passed also, till the next train came.
Thunder of the passing trains above; rumbling of the electric cars;
roar of heavy, iron-shod wheels of drays on the uneven, ill-paved
cobbles of the street; jostling of the foot passengers on the
side-walks, as they streamed in and out from the rickety wooden
staircases of the elevated railway, from the crammed, perspiring cars,
from dingy, sour-smelling restaurants; shouts of the newsboys with
sheaves of ill-printed newspapers under their arms, giving horrible
details of the latest murder, and abominable prints of the victim's
false teeth, shoes, and the dress she had last been seen in; the
thump-thump of the engines in the _Herald_ office; the sickening
stew of the streets; the sickening heat of the skies--Democracy, or
'Everyone for himself.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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