Sunday
"And then - suddenly, unexpectedly - out of the fog come urgent, rapidly approaching, harsh sounds, fearful and ominous at this moment and very like the noise of six or seven people chopping cabbage in a vat."
Three days! Three days anon, before the sterling steel wheels bustle upon uphill roads, over the Hudson, through the parks and velodrome, kissing brisk breezes of sea-salted airs, birthed from hundreds of hundred-thousand flits of wind from Far-Eastern moths, bathed in dusty brown lackluster powders.
100 miles.
Three days! Three days anon, before the sterling steel wheels bustle upon uphill roads, over the Hudson, through the parks and velodrome, kissing brisk breezes of sea-salted airs, birthed from hundreds of hundred-thousand flits of wind from Far-Eastern moths, bathed in dusty brown lackluster powders.
100 miles.