Explore "The Walls of Jericho" by Rudolph Fisher on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Whenever a caller told Fred Merrit an unanticipated story, he whirled about in his swivel chair, jumped up and walked to the window. This he did now, as soon as Shine stopped talking. For a long time he stood looking down on the Avenue.
"Well," he said at last, "I'll be tarred and feathered if that isn't the damnedest -- "