The Frame Within the Frame
The 7:23 from Westport arrived at Grand Central on time, which was itself a kind of miracle, though Calvert Pryce had ceased to marvel at it. He stepped onto the platform with the other gray-flannel men, their fedoras a uniform, their briefcases identical, their faces set in the permanent mask of mild professional discontent that had become the official expression of the Madison Avenue...
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