Thinking, I can’t put up with this kind. [fact]
But for once something had cracked the enamel coating New Yorkers must accrete to live in this town, and I kept my ears covered, cringing at the rumble that filtered through my palms; thinking, I can’t put up with this kind of noise, day in, day out, any longer.
George Michelsen Foy, Zero Decibels, loc. 33