Considerations on the Metallurgical Afflictions of the City, and Other Phenomena Certain Inhabitants Take for Omens
When the sun is steady and the temperature has worked its way into the stone, our pale streets begin to stain. The façades do not crumble or flake as stone perhaps ought to; they perspire. An amber tincture seeps from cornices and lintels and runs in narrow lines down to the paving; the buildings seem exhausted by the continued effort of standing.
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