LimitedI am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains of the
nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into a blue haze and dark air go fifteen
all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men and
women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall pass to
ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he answers
'Omaha.'
~C A R L S A N D B U R G
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