The Endless Revel

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The Endless Revel

The champagne tasted like gold. Not metaphorically — I had my father's palate, and gold is what champagne tastes like when you can afford every bottle in the room and the room contains every bottle in New York. It was 1926, and New York was a city that had decided, collectively, to stop pretending that restraint was a virtue. We built towers that scraped the sky like needles. We danced until...

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