The Pressure of Empire and the Dissolution of Iron
In the year 1881, when the cough of steam engines drowned out the cries of street urchins on Water Street, Cornelius Ashworth stood at the window of his office on the twenty-third floor of the Ashworth Building — the tallest structure south of Forty-Second Street — and watched a tugboat battle the current of the East River. The tug was losing. It strained against the tide, its smokestack...
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