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| | The New Yorker: Fact (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-11-05) |
 | | In Paris, Pascal rides the bus, Zazie rides the Métro, and that is, evenly, that. |
 | | Bus riders learn that, if your MetroCard turns out to be short fifty cents, the driver will look at you with distaste, tell you to find change from fellow-passengers (surprisingly, to a subway rider, people dig into their purses cheerfully), and, if this doesn’t work, will wearily wave you on back. |
 | | The bus, a permanently running dinner party among friends, a fiction of family for a dollar-fifty, a Starbucks on wheels, is the rolling image of the thing we dream of now as much as we wanted the Broadband Pipe to wash away our sins three years ago, and that is the Safe Room. |
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