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...then he asked me what my plans were for the summer, and in the flush of some strong emotion or another i said, more or less: it's the beginning of the summer and i'm standing in the lobby of a thousand-story grand hotel, where a bank of elevators a mile long and an endless row of monkey attendants in gold braid wait to carry me up, up, up through the suites of moguls, of spies, and of starlets, to rush me straight to the zeppelin mooring at the art deco summit, where they keep the huge dirigible of august tied up and bobbing in the high winds. on the way to the top i will wear a lot of neckties, i will buy five or six works of genius on 45 rpm, and perhaps too many times i will find myself looking at the snapped spine of a lemon wedge at the bottom of a drink. i said, "i expect a coming season of dilated time and of women of disarray." -m.c.