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Temper!, v. 1, issue 2 July 1945
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TEMPER? The true Experience Magazine Page 3 Handrawn image of a map Gansevoort Street cuts off Thirteenth on a diagonal, just west of Ninth avenue. It is lined with produce houses, and the morning I walked there it was full of trucks, and men taking food off the trucks. I saw warehousemen lifting out the crates and piling them up on the sidewalk, and I saw the busy fat little men come running out from inside to see that all the food was good, and that everything was being done as they wanted it. I saw two old women digging into the waste-cans, each with a knife in her hand, cutting what was still good from what had been discarded. The men who were working smiled at me as I passed. They stood aside and waved their hats very gallantly, and even bowed, and said, "Let the lady by," and "What's in the bag? Some lunch for me?" It was hardware in the bag. I'd been in the hardware store first and I'd been turning over all the faintly dusty or faintly oil-covered things that are heaped on the tables in hardware stores. I was thinking as I walked of just how I was going to use the things I'd bought, what I'd be able to make with them; and then I saw the men working and the women hunting for food. Up at the end of the street I could see the railroad tracks and behind them the masthead of a ship in the Hudson. On the other side was Jersey, seen only hazily through the morning mist on the river, but somehow swarming with activity, activity specifically of industry. Then I reached Washington St., and turned and walked along in the shadow of the tracks overhead. Underneath them, men were working in the piles of steel and cables that the railroad stores there. A block in back of me, though I could not see it, I knew there was a lumber yard. For months past, just as the concept of astronomical infinity had once terrified me, so the infinite complexity of the evolution of man and his society had held me confounded and somewhat frightened, frightened not of the complexity itself, but of my own audacity in attempting to probe it. That day, the pattern began to take shape. It is possible, I think, to trace the inverted apex of the four-dimensional pyramid that composes the growth and development of human society. Starting with the first forgotten man who caused the first small spark of fire, spreading, surrounding, growing, overgrowing, enveloping, ballooning, mushrooming, cov- (continued on back cover)
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TEMPER? The true Experience Magazine Page 3 Handrawn image of a map Gansevoort Street cuts off Thirteenth on a diagonal, just west of Ninth avenue. It is lined with produce houses, and the morning I walked there it was full of trucks, and men taking food off the trucks. I saw warehousemen lifting out the crates and piling them up on the sidewalk, and I saw the busy fat little men come running out from inside to see that all the food was good, and that everything was being done as they wanted it. I saw two old women digging into the waste-cans, each with a knife in her hand, cutting what was still good from what had been discarded. The men who were working smiled at me as I passed. They stood aside and waved their hats very gallantly, and even bowed, and said, "Let the lady by," and "What's in the bag? Some lunch for me?" It was hardware in the bag. I'd been in the hardware store first and I'd been turning over all the faintly dusty or faintly oil-covered things that are heaped on the tables in hardware stores. I was thinking as I walked of just how I was going to use the things I'd bought, what I'd be able to make with them; and then I saw the men working and the women hunting for food. Up at the end of the street I could see the railroad tracks and behind them the masthead of a ship in the Hudson. On the other side was Jersey, seen only hazily through the morning mist on the river, but somehow swarming with activity, activity specifically of industry. Then I reached Washington St., and turned and walked along in the shadow of the tracks overhead. Underneath them, men were working in the piles of steel and cables that the railroad stores there. A block in back of me, though I could not see it, I knew there was a lumber yard. For months past, just as the concept of astronomical infinity had once terrified me, so the infinite complexity of the evolution of man and his society had held me confounded and somewhat frightened, frightened not of the complexity itself, but of my own audacity in attempting to probe it. That day, the pattern began to take shape. It is possible, I think, to trace the inverted apex of the four-dimensional pyramid that composes the growth and development of human society. Starting with the first forgotten man who caused the first small spark of fire, spreading, surrounding, growing, overgrowing, enveloping, ballooning, mushrooming, cov- (continued on back cover)
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