one saw and felt a vanished Broadway, plains covered with cattle and cowboys, jungles and native villages, and a great shining city of hansom-cabs, political intrigue and plushy champagne-suppers, as if one were walking through them oneself in the company of a superb raconteur and inspired liar.
1970, John Glassco, Memoirs of Montparnasse, New York, published 2007, page 101