Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.
The hard necessity of bringing the judge on the bench down into the dock has been the peculiar responsibility of the writer in all ages of man.
It's the place built out of Man's ceaseless failure to overcome himself. Out of Man's endless war against himself we build our successes as well as our failures. Making it the city of all cities most like Man himself— loneliest creation of all this...
... Chicago divided your heart. Leaving you loving the joint for keeps. Yet knowing it never can love you.
