Yet on nights when, under all the arc-lamps, the little men of the rain come running, you'll know at last that, long long ago, something went wrong between St Columbanus and North Troy Street. And Chicago divided your heart. Leaving you loving the joint for keeps. Yet knowing it can never love you.
excerpt from
Nelson Algren
Chicago : City on the Make
1951
image
Art Shay
Algren plays poker 1949
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Chicago:_City_on_the_Make
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