sometimes he would request a halt beneath the striped awnings of saks so that he could scrutinise the latest window displays ; more often than not though , he would be swiftly whisked , uninterrupted , past the grand old department store , onward , past the monumental , towering rockefeller center , pointedly never giving that structure the merest glance - there had been some bad blood between his father and john d. in the distant past , the details of which were not known to garnet but which he felt honour bound to continue to recognise in his own obscure fashion : in the same way that oil and water do not mix , neither , apparently , do oil and molasses .