where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air.
The ashy description of this town made me think of Pompeii - gray, dusty, not quite alive. This is a great contrast to Tom's mansion, which is lively and beautiful. This exhibits the vast difference between the wealthy vs. the unfortunates in 1920s America.
