". . . There are occasional mornings when, with an early fog not yet dispersed, one finds oneself . . . stepping onto the parapet. . . . Literally, there is nothing to be seen but mist. . . . What apocalypse is about to be revealed? . . . Soon, somewhere off in the mist, a single lofty highlight of gold appears: the earliest beam is upon the tip of the Metropolitan Tower. ..."
Standing thus before the picture window of his penthouse studio, Hugh Ferriss, U.S. architecture's most grandiose seer, has often...
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