Report from the Interior (33 page)

The tact and grace of a fallen woman talking to a fallen man.

… trapped for the rest of his life …

Then, with another bundle of dynamite, he blows up a bridge and ends the chase.

… the riots in Newark … the spontaneous outbreak of race warfare between the black population and the white police force that killed more than twenty people, injured more than seven hundred, led to fifteen hundred arrests, burned buildings to the ground …

“I smoke ‘Parisiennes.’ You buy them for 18 centimes in tiny blue wrappers of four…”

“… begging is not much fun.”

… living across the street from a campus that would become a battleground of sit-ins, protests, and police interventions by the end of April …

“A desolation peopled with sleepless perverts, the decay of what is not yet old…”

“We ate hot dogs and clams at Nathan’s, a fluorescent receptacle of weary insomniacs.”