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BABBITT
BY SINCLAIR LEWIS
To EDITH WHARTON
BABBITT
CHAPTER I
THE towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. They were neither citadels nor churches, but frankly and beautifully office-buildings.