_If you discovered a fantastic power like this, you'd use it benevolently, for the good of the entire human race--wouldn't you?_ Sure _you would_! That was the damnedest December I ever saw in New York. Whatever the weather is, Manhattan _always_ gets the worst of it--frying hot in summer, snow or slush up to your ankles in winter--and all along the seaboard, it was a mean season. Coming in from Pennsylvania the day before, we'd been held up twice while the tracks were cleared. But when I stepped out of the hotel that night, the Saturday after Christmas, it was like a mild October; the air was just cool, with a fresh hint of snow in it. There was a little slush in the gutters, not much; the…
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