He hung out of the window a long while looking up and down the street. The world's second metropolis. In the brick houses and the ...dingy lamplight and the voices of a group of boys kidding and quarreling on the steps of a house opposite, in the regular firm tread of a policeman, he felt a marching like soldiers, like a sidewheeler going up the Hudson under the Palisades, like an election parade, through long streets towards something tall white full of colonnades and stately. Metropolis.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Well, Adam, it's my guess that the old-fashioned political campaign in a few years will be as extinct as the dodo. It'll be all TV... and radio, it'll all be streamlined and nice and easy. Oh mind you, I use the TV and the radio sometimes, but I also get out into the wards. I speak in arenas, armories, street corners--anywhere I can gather a crowd. I even kiss babies. But that's the way I've always done it, and I must say it's usually paid off. But there's no use kidding myself about it. It's on its way out, just as I am. Yes, yes, this is my last campaign, Adam, the last hurrah.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Alice: I put swimsuits in boxes six days a week. George: Yeah. What about Sunday? Maybe then you put yourself in a swimsuit.<...br />Alice: Oh, not me. George: Why? You don't look good in a swimsuit? Alice: Sure I do. I can't swim. George: You're kidding. Alice: I never learned. I was even scared of the duck pond when I was a kid.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »