Word: zenith
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...Party, high tariff, and, so long as they did not annoy him personally, in prohibition and the Episcopal Church. He was the president of the Revelation Motor Company; he was a millionaire, though decidedly not a multimillionaire; his large house was on Ridge Crest, the most fashionable street in Zenith; he had some taste in etchings; he did not split many infinitives; and he sometimes enjoyed Beethoven. He would certainly (so the observer assumed) produce excellent motor cars; he would make impressive speeches to the salesmen, but he would never love passionately, lose tragically, nor sit in contented idleness upon...
Their Story. When they sailed, Fran knew what she wanted−romance, and a luxurious orgy of aristocracy, after the mediocrity of Zenith; but Sam only knew that he'd like to see the land of his ancestors, inspect the Rolls Royce and Mercedes plants; then, refreshed, rush home to work at a motor caravan idea for campers, or a residential section for Zenith that should be guiltless of Tudor castles and Swiss chateaux...
...with red, white, and blue bunting, and about the wall−Heaven knows where Hurd could have collected them all−were shields and banners of Yale, Harvard and the University of Winnemac, of the Elks, the Oddfellows, the Moose, the Woodmen, of the Rotarians. the Kiwanians, and the Zenith Chamber of Commerce, with a four-sheet poster of the Revelation car. Fran would have sneered...
Before long Fran had collected a flattering group of carpet knights, and while Sam "ran over" to Zenith for a disillusioning visit, Fran succumbed to the blandishments of an Austrian Jew. Sam forgave her, but made her "travel," only to discover that "if there is anything worse than the aching tedium of gazing out of car windows, it is the irritation of getting tickets, packing, finding trains, lying in bouncing berths, washing without water, digging out passports, and fighting through customs...
They rounded up at Berlin where Fran collected another lover, and this one she proposed to marry. Sam, bewildered, obligingly "deserted" to Paris where he found an honest harlot; to Italy where he found the improbable Edith. Edith thought she could be happy with him in Zenith, though "America terrifies me. I feel insecure there. I feel everybody watching me, and criticizing me unless I'm buzzing about Doing Something Important. And there's no privacy...