she got up and went to the great wall of glass to look out at the city , to let her eyes move through this glamorous wildwood in which life itself was teeming everywhere around her as surely as it did in faraway streets below , and only yards away it seemed there were darkened windows revealing smoky and ghostly offices and crowded bedrooms and living rooms , and rooftops lying before her with gleaming blue swimming pools and some with green gardens , perfect gardens like toy gardens , with toylike trees she felt she could reach out and pick up with her fingers , and all this stretching on towards the great distant shadow of central park .