Public telephone booths in the Ghostbusters library at 42nd St. Gorgeous, vacant remnants of a time before the easy cruelty of text messaging. i’m sure there were just as many other ways for empty language to be tossed around back when these things were still necessary, but it’s comforting to imagine otherwise. If you had to stand in line, jangling sweaty quarters while you polished your proposals and refusals, if capriciousness was just harder, by default you would keep more for yourself?