"On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily... He strolled out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering cafe where are gathered together nightly the choicest products of the grape, the silkworm, and the protoplasm."
— "The Cop and the Anthem," O. Henry
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