It was waiting--waiting--for what?
If clients came, if fame came, if every form of success came,--for what?
There is nothing in loneliness to equal the loneliness of a big city.
About him, so crowded and compressed together as to risk life and health, were a million people.

Yet not a soul of that million knew that Peter sat at his desk, with his head on his blotter, immovable, from noon one day till daylight of the next..