In sleep he saw their pale lascivious faces ; watched them moving like blind men beneath the thousand-columned El, where a calamitous yellow light filtered downward all night long. In this tragic and fluorescent dream they passed and repassed him restlessly, their faces half averted, forever smiling uneasily as though sharing some secret and comforting knowledge of evil which he could never know.
Nelson Algren
The Captain Has Bad Dreams
The Neon Wilderness
1947
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Art Shay
Nelson Algren, Chicago
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