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It is a perfect place for snow, and snow should always be falling there, tons and tons and tons of snow, making the avenue just about impassable, so that anybody managing to struggle through there could look at it with affection, because it possesses a quality that some people acquire, sometimes quite suddenly, which dooms them to be loved only at the moment when they are being looked at for the very last time.

To walk along Broadway is like being a ticket in a lottery — a ticket in a glass barrel, being tossed about with all the other tickets.