And all of a sudden, in the middle of Hotel California's hypnotic guitar solo, the revolutions of the record go down, the pointing languishes, the sound of the radio stretches like gum, and, after a blink, flop!, the light goes out. In Harlem, in Brooklyn, in the Bronx, all over New York, people look out at the window and see the lights of the skyscrapers go out one by one, just like a castle of phosphorescent cards falling apart, until the city…
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And all of a sudden, in the middle of Hotel California's hypnotic guitar solo, the revolutions of the record go down, the pointing languishes, the sound of the radio stretches like gum, and, after a blink, flop!, the light goes out. In Harlem, in Brooklyn, in the Bronx, all over New York, people look out at the window and see the lights of the skyscrapers go out one by one, just like a castle of phosphorescent cards falling apart, until the city…