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The
sunlight and fresh air of our mountain home...were replaced by
four walls and people over and under and on all sides of us. Silence
and sunshine, things of the past, nhow replaced by a new urban
montage. The cobbled streets. The endless monotonous rows of tenement
buildings that shut out the sky. The traffic of wagons and carts
and carriages, and the clopping of horses' hooves which struck
sparks at night.... The clanging of bells and the screeching of
sirens as a fire broke out somewhere in the neighborhood. Dank
hallways. Long flights of wooden stairs and the toilet in the
hall.
Source:
Leonard Covello, The Heart is the Teacher (New York,
1958), 21.
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