Clive Barker. Midnight train meat (№ 306946)

He couldn't help wince at the memory of how then stopped and loudly announced:
- New York, I love you.
Love? Never. At best it was a blind passion. And after three months, lived together with his embodied passion, after so many days and nights spent with her and only with her, she even lost the aura of its former splendor.
New York was just a city. Maybe the capital cities.
The capital - literally. He saw her Wake up in the morning like a slut, and vykovyrivat corpses from the cracks in the teeth and suicide of tangled hair. He saw her later in the night, shamelessly tempt defect on the dirty side streets. He watched her in the hot afternoon, sluggish and indifferent to the atrocities that are every hour going on in her stuffy passages.