The Salmon Tower building towered over West 42nd Street, its façade a uniform arrangement of office windows, impersonal, imposing, like all the other high rises in Manhattan. Life on the sidewalks felt underground, privy to narrow bands of sky.
Heather had no plans to enter the Salmon Tower building, any more than she had when she had stood outside the United Nations plaza that housed the Lucis Trust"s new offices. She was standing with her back to New York"s public library, trying to picture Alice Bailey emerging into a 1930s streetscape, mindful that then, as now, the two eras—one modern, functional, austere, the other classical, indulgent, luxurious—melded together in the jarring fashion of all cities.
She preferred the architecture of the Victorian era, with its grandiosity carved in
