Here, among the onyx-topped tables wicker-backed chairs chipped glass ashtrays scalding heat-lamps rain-soaked awnings constantly swinging doors. Surrounded by conversation unintelligible language smoke half-smoked cigarettes crisp air footsteps, lots of footsteps. Only you can bring a swift end to normalcy hurrying appointments blowing off appointments worrying about blowing off appointments not caring about blowing off appointments life. --Trevor