Today, I went downtown to fetch a book that Houghton-Mifflin had sent to me to review. Because the UPS station is at 43rd, this required me to go through Times Square with its huge tangle of humanity. When I got there, Times Square consisted of barely controlled chaos, as usual, with its sunshine and commotion and bright lights, giant televisions and blinking advertizements everywhere. Sirens whooped and police directed traffic as thousands of people poured across the streets like a river of corpuscles in a blood vessel.
Just as I reached the other side of the street, there was a huge explosion from only 10 feet away from me. A manhole cover flew five or six feet into the air and then slammed back down to the pavement with dull thump. Black smoke rose from the now uncovered manhole as well as from the still-covered manhole nearby. What was that?The light changed, fire engines crept slowly through the traffic, police whistles trumpeted, and the sea of people surged forward.
Living the Scientific Life (Scientist, Interrupted)
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