Monday, 27 September 2010
Enough, already: Muted celebration of madness
Only five workmen died in the construction of this very tall skyscraper. It came in ahead of schedule and for a long time, until the Twin Towers, the world's tallest, I think. Of the deaths, not one resulted from a fall from the merry girder-break. You'd have thought the air would have been more or lass black after lunch with a shrieking flock of sidewalk-bound builders, but no. They were all in their own quiet way, superhuman.