The End of a Primitive
“For more than twenty years this strip of Madison Avenue had been relinquished by the city fathers to old ladies of the Arsenic And Old Lace variety as a reservation in which to walk their cats and dogs. Then came the apocalyptic day when the quiet, genteel atmosphere of the reservation was shattered by house wreckers and steam shovels excavating for the foundation of the new, modern, aluminum building which, later, was to house the Ford Foundation. The old ladies freshened their arsenic and ventured forth, but the lower-class labourers didn’t drink tea. So the elderly females were forced to dally behind blackened curtains and had to learn to exercise their dogs and cats early in the morning and late in the afternoon when the danger of their being squashed into Harlem hamburger was minimized.
They considered the clean, shining, bright building a profanation, a veritable tower of Babel, in which, as events have proved, they were not so far wrong. They sharpened their tealeaves and b...ided their time.MoreLess
They considered the clean, shining, bright building a profanation, a veritable tower of Babel, in which, as events have proved, they were not so far wrong. They sharpened their tealeaves and b...ided their time.MoreLess
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