: Charles Tidler
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Bright trees, streets like brass in a bright city
, and you need a bright instrument ...
like trumpets that have a high, bright tone. And a shrill, noon-whistle blast, ships
in port dragging their heavy chains, taxis honking ... honk, honk ... blaring in the
melting intersections ... a city dazzling beside a glass sea with shoe clerks and
secretaries, soda jerks and shop girls hustling, jiving, bopping down the
sidewalks, the sunlight flashing like knife blades ... or cut crystal ... flashing off
their bright ...