" One of many miniature rotund Sicilians in blue work uniforms,
employed by Harvard to sit on steps and smoke cheap cigars,
or lean for hours against the handles of rakes, was opening
the great door. Sunlight washed through the hall as if a dam
had broken, and was met from the other end, where another
maintenance man, rake in hand, opened the facing doors.
They met in the middle and disappeared through some
swinging panels which led to a staircase going down.
Marshall heard one of them say: 'Just anothah weahdo . . .' ”
— Helprin, Mark. Refiner's Fire (pp. 238-239).
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition.
(The first edition was from New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1977.)
