Reading Christopher Isherwood this evening (cooler, thankgod), on Mortmere's recommendation.
In the introduction, writing in 1954 about returning to postwar Berlin, Isherwood notes that Berlin is a city of "intensely dramatic doubleness," yet:
"...you heard the usual talk about business and sport, the new car, the new apartment, the new lover. 'My God,' I exclaimed to one of my acquaintances, after he had been holding forth on such topics for an hour or more, 'one would think you lived in Minneapolis!'"
. . . . O RLY?
[I couldn't decide which of these photos to use as my daily photo, so I put them both up. Do you have a preference?]