![]() ![]() Two men carefully loading it with what appears to be food.ĥ:09-The van, loaded, attempts to drive around the corner of the alley, to proceed from Ryders Alley into Edens Alley, but is thwarted by the angle of the alley's turn. ![]() Up at the end of the alley, a van from a catering place. A small telephone company construction site, a hole burrowed by phone company workers, in the center of the alley, surrounded by cobblestones stacked up like dentures, surrounded, in turn, by piles of dirt. ![]() I didn't know what that truth was exactly, so I took a more scrupulous view, despite the cold, because in my mind, or in my sleep deprivation, I felt close to it.ĥ:04-Dusk. No, I undertook them with greater zest as I was desirous of arriving at some truth about the rats, or at least about my alley-some great notion that I felt still eluded me about my rats and my particular situation. ON WINTER MORNINGS, I awoke groggy from my rat duties, kissed my family good day, then filled my thermos and subwayed through my day in the shoulder-crunching, welcoming, belligerent, and ambivalent crowds of Manhattan and Brooklyn and, once in a while, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. Rats: Observations on the History & Habitat of the City's Most Unwanted Inhabitants - Robert Sullivan (2005) Chapter 18. ![]()
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