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No one had ever believed him,that one summer evening he had wandered on to thelocks,under the legs of the biggest crane,and climbed the steel ladder,up,up,and up into the swaying heights of the counterweights and control house.The view over the city had been inspiring-the smoking derelict docklands,with milesof kingfisher-walled warehouses; the sun-tinted towers of distant churches;the cars,likeinsects,creeping one after the other along the expressway.Clinging to the drifting girders,
No one had ever believed him, that one summer evening he had wandered on to thelocks, under the legs of the biggest crane, and climbed the steel ladder, up, up, and up into the swaying heights of the counterweights and control house. view over the city had been inspiring-the smoking derelict docklands, with milesof kingfisher-walled warehouses; the sun-tinted towers of distant churches; the cars, like insects, creeping one after the other along the expressway. Clinging to the drifting girders,