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THE WORD'Imagine darkness, if you will, and in that darkness bars of steel encnisted with the rust and filth of ages. The bars arc set in blocks of granite rock as ancient as the hills in which time forged them, and stacked above and mortared fast are yet another himdred feet and more, of granite, block on block.'Between these bars and through this subterranean wall flows an eflBuvium, the sewage foamed with scum of twenty-five hundred desperate men, and of coimdess thousands more before them.'Breathe this infernal air. Taste it. For it is the smell and taste of punishment, raw and pure, and this dissolving slag contains the paradox of a tortured and incomparable race. Here that race must find their home, their final blind communion with insatiable and uninhibited waste, the waste that is the destiny of all. This sewer in the bowels of a monstrous gaol, this sewer in the sewer of the world, is where necessity ends and possibility begins: in the glory and the pain of utter loss.'This is The Green River.'And this is the tale of its rising.'