the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, who chained themselves to
subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and in the darkness under the
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch who entered my soul early!
Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who
frightened me out of my cottage in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,
who chained