"There were two open-grill elevators but only one seemed t be running and that not busy. An old man sat inside it slack-jawed and watery-eyed on a piece of folded burlap on top of a wooden stool. He looked as if he had been sitting there since the Civil War and had come out of that badly.

I got in with him and said eight, and he wrestled the doors shut annd cranked his buggy and we dragged upwards lurching, The old man breathed hard, as if he was carrying the elevator on his back."

-- The High Window, 1942