„Glass, Philip Glass.“
The dispatcher‘s voice muffled by the thick Plexiglas window – for his protection, not ours – called out again, „Philip Glass“.(…)
Six months after I began driving, Martin Scorsese‘s film Taxi Driver opened. Suddenly cab drivers symbolised the city as it careered into anarchy, in much the same way that hedge fund guys symbolise the city‘s anarchy today. Anything the traffic will allow – the cab driver‘s credo – is the Wall Street speculators‘ credo as well.(…)
If there was an academic discipline called The Street, I would have passed a viva on that as well.