Glass-cutting winds and crystalized brimstone. Skull-crushing snowplows huffing and puffing on the slippery bridge upstairs. The Manhattan skyline blazing through the freezing rain like a New Jerusalem. Like civilizing Rome. Endless legions of supercute diesel trucks rolling out of the Island Kingdom with DSNY standards on their windshields—high-intensity headlights aimed at the barbarian darkness ahead. The tanklike trucks shoveling the muck off the creaking overpass. Salting the earth for all its hazardous transgressions . . .