In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"The torrent of the rain had fallen in wind-whipped sheets, each swollen droplet crashing on the street like so many shuttering crystals; and now, in the late afternoon, the flushed city streets be~an to steam as a cooling breeze followed in the wake of the summer squall. Above the indistinct bustle characteristic of the town could be heard the dull rumble of a gasoline-laden truck approaching a busy and congested intersection. No one, however, seemed to notice."
The Angle: Vol. 1965
, Article 15.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1965/iss2/15