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232 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1956
I wandered up Fifth Avenue. It was snowing softly, and the shop windows glittered with Christmas. From inside, I could hear carols being played on chimes. [...] Up above in the windows, behind the glass revolving doors that turned and whispered in the flaky snow, beyond the fragile crystal trees in the Park, in all the carpeted steaming lobbies and in all the living rooms where candles glowed on the mantles and the lights twinkled and moves on the trees, there, if you could gather it all up in your hand like a snowball, was fulfillment. [...] Can you ever have everything you want? I wondered, standing on the corner of Fifty-ninth. Or do the people inside and above just rush around, trying to have a bit here and a bit there, hoping it will do? It seemed like an unjustifiable cruelty, for one place to have so much; for one place to be so agonizingly beautiful. [Chapter 7, p.86]