Conyac で依頼された翻訳結果を公開

New York is a perpetually restless place, a city forever rearranging itself, a people always on the move. If there is one thing in the city that is even more familiar than the sight of a new building going up, it is the spectacle of an old one coming down. It is not often possible to walk more than two or three blocks there without coming across the demolition experts at work with their implements of destruction, which are strangely primitive for such a sophisticated city as this. The destruction crews smash buildings to bits, with claws and rakes and rams and huge metal balls.