"He was in a residential area now, completely lost. A man in an
undershirt dragged three garbage bags across the street. A clean light soaked
into the shaggy bark of a eucalyptus and it was a powerful thing to see, the
whole tree glowed, it showed electric and intense, the branches ran soft fire,
the tree seemed revealed. The man dumped the bags at the corner and came back
across the street and Bill nodded to him and walked on, hearing a garbage truck
work up the hill."
— Don Delillo, Mao II
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