Babbitt  -  Sinclair Lewis

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THE towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. They were neither citadels nor churches, but frankly and beautifully office-buildings. The mist took pity on the fretted structures of earlier generations: the Post Office with its shingle-tortured mansard, the red brick minarets of hulking old houses, factories with stingy and sooted windows, wooden tenements colored like mud. The city was full of such grotesq...
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Uitgever: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform 152 paginas Taal: Engels ISBN-10: 1490572619 ISBN-13: 9781490572611