I was leaning from the window in my attic room in the old district of New York known as "Chelsea"; both hands were stemmed on the ledge. "You Juggernaut of a city!" I said again, and found considerable satisfaction in repeating that word. I leaned out still farther into the sickening September heat and defiantly shook my fist, as it were into the face of the monster commercial metropolis of the New World.…
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