Miami and the Siege of Chicago

It is the smell of the stockyards, all of it taken together, a smell so bad one must go down to visit the killing of the animals or never eat meat again. Watching the animals be slaughtered, one knows the human case — no matter how close to angel we may come, the butcher is equally there.

Chicago was a town where nobody could ever forget how the money was made. It was picked up from floors still slippery with blood.