fromThe Atlantic
19 hours agoThe Cult of Costco
When the doors open, we move toward the entrance in an orderly march. There's a small gasp upon entry-the kind of quiet awe that one feels before the most epic human achievements, as when stepping across the threshold of St. Peter's or the Chartres Cathedral. But in this place, there is no baroque majesty, no stained glass, just abundance bathed in light.
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