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As the afternoon goes on, Washington seems more and more a tender Southern city. The light psychic rust of its iron will, the sense of suffocation... the faded scent of its inhibition, its severity and its concealed corruption... all this seemed absent in the golden hovering on such leisurely twilight.
-Norman Mailer, The Armies of the Night, 1968
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by Henry Allen
Night view of the Capitol in the rain, 1919
(Paul Grenbeaux Library of Congress)