America's slow vanishing, whose pacewas doubled, not restrained, by celluloid.The summer nights on Fire Island, proppedon hard liquor like driftwood in a scuttle;the winter nights in violin-backed chairs(the slender tenors with their pompadours!)
America's slow vanishing, doubled pace, unrestrained, by celluloid. The nights on Fire Island, drinking hard liquor like driftwood, the winter nights in chairs.