....... i could feel the surface tension that held the crowd, invisible, untouchable, nowhere but everywhere, fragile but all-imprisoning, i have felt it hold an infantry company before an attack, the witnesses before an execution, a courtroom before a verdict, a family before the moment of death. Now it held the crowd, the moving bodies milling on the sidewalk and the still bodies and the turning faces, both black and white, in the balcony line.
excerpt from
The Professional
WC Heinz
1958
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Herbert Morton Stoops
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1034794.The_Professional
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