More 'Architecture Porn'

I can see the skyscraper: a slender, floating construction on its broad pediment, noble and delicate in its lines, whose white and gray sets itse;f apart from the blue sky. Strong and safe in its assembly, it matches a natural mountain for strength.

Ten thousand people daily flow in and out of it: little office girls, emerging from the tight courtyards of the north of the city, quick tick of heels, black leather handbags swinging, filling elevators, shooting upward like a swarm of swallows.

Men striding out, purpose in their eyes, enterprise in their loose limbs; machine rattle and clatter of conveyances; shouted order of command; the even beat of mechanical perplexity, working towards a common end.

And up above God is disturbed in his everlasting tranquility, compelled to take an interest in our tiny destinites.
Joseph Roth, 'Skyscrapers' (1922)

(Reminds me a little of Craner's Canary Wharf pieces...)