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Throwing away his cigarette, he went through the doors of the saloon. There was no back to the building and he found himself in a Paris street. He followed it to its end, coming out in a Romanesque courtyard. He heard voices a short distance away and went towards them. On a lawn of fiber, a group of men and women were picknicing. They were eating cardboard food in front of a cellophane waterfall.
-Nathanael West
Day of the Locust