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Published 1980
Yet oysters must also figure here, for the eating of oysters reaches a sort of zenith in New York City, where oysters from Long Island vie with those from points north, including the unsurpassable ones from Wellfleet, and points south such as Chesapeake, richest source of all. It is ironic that these creatures, which pass stationary lives, should be assembled in such multitudes to meet their end in a place where all is movement, where the tides of human beings flow more swiftly and sharply than anywhere else except perhaps Tokyo; and that even within this tumultuous metropolis the principal altar on which they are sacrificed should be the oyster bar in the Grand Central Station, whose very raison d’être is perpetual motion.
