a man who thinks he is soon to die
enjoys kiting around in a city he has cherished all his life, among the
people he loves, at night, in a cab.
I rode up through the marble lobby and past the floor-ledges of the
building in the gold elevator cage with the colored boy whose face
showed no trace of his fascinating, perennial opportunity to look upon
(before and after) the persons and countenances of hundreds of the
great, the prominent, and the rich, who were not quite satisfied with
the legal sex mores of their environment and the permissions of their
acquaintances.