To literary critics a book is assumed to be guilty until it proves itself innocent.
It's the place built out of Man's ceaseless failure to overcome himself. Out of Man's endless war against himself we build our successes as well as our failures. Making it the city of all cities most like Man himself - loneliest creation of all this very old poor earth.
... Chicago divided your heart. Leaving you loving the joint for keeps. Yet knowing it never can love you.