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“And at last, the dearest, most improbable sound of allâ€� the sound of a green trolley car going around a comerâ€� a trolley burdened with brown and alien and beautiful people,
and the sound of other people running and calling out with triumph as they leaped up
and swung aboard and vanished around a corner on the shrieking rails and were borne
away in the sun-blazed distance to leave only the sound of tortillas frying on the market stoves, or was it merely the ever rising and falling hum and burn of static quivering along two thousand miles of copper wire . . .”