" Garret went across the street to the library. There was a hole in the sidewalk the size of a bathtub. Construction was being done, was always being done. It was the journey that mattered, Garret thought woozily, the getting-there part. The mayor, and then the president, had begun saying that. " And where are we going?" the mayor had asked. " When will we get there? What will happen to us once we get there?" He really wanted to know. "