Sinclair Lewis · 1922
A real-estate man's conformity in the city of Zenith. Read Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis page by page and explore its network of 1,596 people, places and things.
The mist took pity on the fretted structures of earlier generations: the Post Office with its shingle-tortured mansard, the red brick minarets of hulking old houses, factories with stingy and sooted windows, wooden tenements colored like mud. The city was full of such grotesqueries, but the clean towers were thrusting them from the business center, and on the farther hills were shining new houses, homes--they seemed--for laughter and tranquillity.
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