The Sound Beneath the Rails
On the night Cornelius van der Meer first heard the machines speak, he was standing at the window of his Fifth Avenue mansion, counting the railroad shares he had acquired that afternoon in a hostile takeover of the Erie Lackawanna line. The year was 1883, and Cornelius was fifty-eight years old, lean as a whippet despite decades of twelve-course dinners at Delmonico's, his hair still thick and...
0 Σχόλια 0 Μοιράστηκε 2 Views 0 Προεπισκόπηση