It has been a very chiaroscuro day—lots of sunlight and shadow.

The snowplows had made what Myles would call a lick-and-a-promise attempt to partially clear the accumulated snow from West End Avenue.

Field-tilling Swains driue home their toiling teams, Out-wearied with ardencie of heat:

[…] one in ten New Orleansians lived in the projects—some 50,000 souls more or less, almost all of them women with too many children, a gulag of women and children enisled by poverty.