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[QUOTE="arktouros:1045213"][QUOTE="Celine, 1934"]This was the priceless district, I was told later, the gold district: Manhattan. You can enter it only on foot, like a church. It's the banking heart and center of the present-day world. Yet some of those people spit on the sidewalk as they pass. You've got to have your nerve with you. It's a district filled with gold, a miracle, and through the doors you can actually hear the miracle, the sound of dollars being crumpled, for the Dollar is always to light, a genuine Holy Ghost, more precious than blood. I found time to go and see them, I even went in and spoke to the employees who guard the cash. They're sad and underpaid. When the faithful enter their bank, don't go thinking they can help themselves as they please. Far from it. In speaking to Dollar, they mumble words through a little grill; that's their confessional. Not much sound, dim light, a tiny wicket between high arches, that's all. They don't swallow the Host, they put it on their hearts. I couldn't stay there long adminring them. I had to follow the crowd in the street, between those walls of smooth shadow. [/QUOTE][/QUOTE]
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