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Chicago Is An October Sort Of City Even In Spring.

Yet Once You've Come To Be Part Of This Particular Patch, You'll Never Love Another. Like Loving A Woman With A Broken Nose, You May Well Find Lovelier Lovelies. But Never A Lovely So Real.

Our Myths Are So Many, Our Vision So Dim, Our Self-deception So Deep And Our Smugness So Gross That Scarcely Any Way Now Remains Of Reporting The American Century Except From Behind The Billboards.

Loving Chicago Is Like Loving A Woman With A Broken Nose.

It Is Strange How Fragile This Man-creature Is.....in One Second He's Just Garbage. Garbage, That's All.