New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.
The banker rubs his nose, thinking of his cat stalking something on the lawn.
Outside books, we avoid colorful characters.
To avoid eye contact, kiss.
If you should ever acknowledge my existence, I plan to snub you.
Our public monuments are memorials to the Enlightenment.