the fog! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the river! They saw
it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!
carrying flowers! Down to the visible mad halls, bickering with the
absolute heart of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of
sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs
of Absolute Reality, into the street! where you're madder than I
am where you