The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

An Illustrated History of Vice #4

Luxury-coated women of trade in midtown are escorted downtown by New York City
Vice Squad detectives after a late-night roust (1943)


Mr DeBakey said...

I just finished reading Dunne's True Confessions.

Its set at the same time as this photo was taken.
One of the pillars upon which the tale is built is Tom Spellacy's [our hero] stint in LA Vice.

Vanwall said...

A wonderful film, as well.

Stacia said...

Am I crazy, or was there another picture from this series on the blog recently? I recall one where the ladies were walking into the station, and one cop looking back had a bemused expression on his face.

Tom Sutpen said...

Uhhhhh . . .

Yeah. It's a photo I ran across subsequently, taken from the same raid. It fits the caption better . . . and it's a better coomposition.

In other words, I couldn't resist.

Stacia said...

Hee. I was wondering about that. Both photos are great, but I do like this one better, shot from behind and all.