The Blackness of Darkness and the Weeping and Wailing and Teeth Gnashing There

"I followed the streets that took me waterward. For everywhere else, the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard, asphaltic pavement." He came to a smoky light proceeding from a low, wide building which stood invitingly open. It seemed like the great black parliament. Sitting in toffit a hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer. And beyond, a black angel of doom was beating a book in a pulpit. "A preacher's text was about the blackness of darkness and the weeping and wailing and teeth gnashing there".