As a Gray Line tour guide, I can only make reference to this building on Express runs up the West Side Highway, as I did last Fall coming back from Brooklyn to Times Square. A fervent, diagrammatic, dockside Iceberg; an homage to the Age which bore the modern archipelago – it has not yet thawed, reinforced in steel and glass. Given all the grandeur, it is unfortunate that among the company’s primary brands is TicketMaster, who take money where money should not be taken, demanding a fee for your enthusiasm to see a live show – it would be opportune if they should be put through the same abject, bone-breaking interrogation as victims of old witch trials, only that TicketMaster is guilty in the most divine and gruesome sense, and the proof is the lame fee right there on the stub which I would gladly use to fan the burning stake. Still. . . the IAC Building regards its whereabouts marvelously.