Read the excerpt from “the railroad earth.” i'd take walks up harrison and the boomcrash of truck traffic towards the glorious girders of the oakland bay bridge that you could see after climbing harrison hill a little like radar machine of eternity in the sky, huge, in the blue, by pure clouds crossed, gulls, idiot cars streaking to destinations on its undinal boom across shmoshwaters flocked up by winds and news of san rafael storms and flash boats. the syntax of the excerpt to create a feeling of a. mystery. b. movement. c. disappointment. d. tranquility.