But then it is her eyes that come forward out of the vulgar disembarkers to reassure me that the bus has not disgorged disaster: her madonna eyes, soft as the newly-born, trusting as the untempted.
-- Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept (1945)
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Saturday, October 2, 2010
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