Some bigwig woman re-divorced.

How about Laura's "experiment"?
A mob of street urchins nearly upset him.

How about Deborah?
How about children?
How about schools, education, the country?
How about God?
Was anyone thinking?
Had anyone time?
What a racket it made, slam-banging along.

The taxis and motor trucks thundered and brayed, dark masses of people swept endlessly by, as though their very souls depended on their dinners or their jobs, their movies, roaring farces, thrills, their harum scarum dances, clothes.

A plump little fool of a woman, her skirt so tight she could barely walk, tripped by on high-heeled slippers.