“T]he buildings are heavy and squarish and set down far apart and at random like monuments on a great windy plain. And the Lake. The Lake in New Orleans is a backwater glimmering away in a pleasant lowland. Here the Lake is the North itself: a perilous place from which the spirit winds come pouring forth all roused up and crying out alarm. ...

But the wind and the space, they are the genie-soul. The wind blows in steady from the Lake and claims the space for its own, scouring every inch of the pavements and the cold stony fronts of the buildings, shouldering them apart in skyey fields of light and air. The air is windpressed into a lens, magnifying and sharpening and silencing—everything is silenced in the uproar of the wind that comes ransacking down out of the North. This is a city where no one dares dispute the claim of the wind and the skyey space to the out-of-doors. This Midwestern sky is the nakedest loneliest sky in America. ... ”

But that was Chicago, and even Binx and Kate couldn’t stand to stay there more than 24 hours. What does that mean???????

I have a love/hate relationship with McDonnell, but I think I’m trending back towards love. I’m going to go dig out my Who’s Who entry on Belle Reve, now (a super-team of bad guys whose HQ was a prison? Uh, okay!).