While writing my paper, and it is a good paper on which I am making good progress, a strange thought came into my head: "This work lacks grandeur." Lacks grandeur? Lacks grandeur?! Well, life in general lack in grandeur. I thought I had grown out of this nonsense a long time ago.

Please, that is more than enough. As the final touches were being put to the thesis, as an encouragement, I have rewarded myself with two pairs of corduroy pants cut in a narrow-legged trouser style that I like. One pair in brown, one pair in black, of course. I look forward to receiving them with more anticipation than is perhaps respectable. That's fine.

The Plan of Chicago, as concieved by Daniel Burnham one hundred years ago

The City of Chicago

Chicago did not become quite what Burnham had envisioned in ink and paper — but it did transform into a great City whose concreteness has in many ways come to equal that visionary grandeur.

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