Astonish Me - Pg 244

 Then he is though the airport, and a taxi is pulling him past the deteriorating flying saucers of the World's Fair, past row houses and a cemetery and neighborhoods that mean nothing to him, over the Queensboro Bridge among secretive Town Cars, Midtown standing up like a waiting bully. Then a rushed shower, three attempts before his bow tie is tied, cursing his clumsy fingers and his sweating, miserable face in the mirror, wishing  for Joan to help him, remembering not to wish for Joan. A minibar bottle of Jim Beam, and he hurries through the city with all the other hurrying people.