Erik Larson
- The Devil in the White City
That night the exposition illuminated the fairgrounds one last time. "Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and somber," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead."
George
- At work?
I hope these few words successfully fool your teachers or bosses into thinking you are being productive. The fact that you are slacking off or just trying to pass the time can be our little secret.
