Page 173 "...Camus once described the New York rain as a rain of exile"

From page 173 of the book:  "...Camus once described the New York rain as a rain of exile; and walking along Eighth Avenue, I'd felt not the encumbrance of the solitary patriot but indeed sensed the labyrinthine mess of our present course in life."


[an excerpt from Camus' essay]:
"New york rain is a rain of exile.  Abundant, viscous and dense, it pours down tirelessly between the high cubes of cement into avenues plunged suddenly into the darkness of a well: ...you suddenly feel caught in a trap....  And the very smell of New York rain tracks you down in the heart of the most harmonious and familiar towns, to remind you there is at least one place of deliverance in the world, where you, together with a whole people and for as long as you want, can finally lose yourself forever."