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“The taxi ride was longer than he had expected, although perhaps length was not the only dimension in question. Still jetlagged, he had not kept track of time. Anyway, at some point he was surprised they had not stopped yet, and grew wakeful to watersheds in the city scenery around them. Instead of being the linear A-to-B he’d had in mind, the journey swelled like an ox-bow lake into something fuller and curvier. The tall and close-packed buildings that had limited the view fell away and the taxi entered stretches of those wide, speed-facilitating roads that are to cars as the ocean is to fish. The city then decorated the far rim and mid-distance of the view, as if its purpose was to add a grand scale to the sense of the car’s rolling freedom.”