The American romance with Mammon was on resplendent display in Manhattan, where Chesterton meditated on the visual delights of the “fine spirituality” of Broadway. Strolling at night under “the artificial suns and stars of this tremendous thoroughfare,” Chesterton avowed his enchantment by the incandescent majesty of the modern metropolis, declaring his “rather dark sympathy with those many-coloured solar systems turning so dizzily, far up in the divine vacuum of the night.”
