Sunday, September 21, 2008

Musings on New York (from E.B. White's Here is New York essay)

"On any person who desires such queer prizes, New York will bestow the gift of loneliness and the gift of privacy."

"...or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi [Utah, Idaho] to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors..."

"The city is like poetry: it compresses all life, all races and breeds, into a small island and adds music and the accompaniment of internal engines."

"New York is nothing like Paris; it is nothing like London; and it is not Spokane multiplied by sixty, or Detroit multiplied by four. It is by all odds the loftiest of cities. It even managed to reach the highest point in the sky at the lowest moment of the Depression."

"It is a miracle the New York works at all. The whole thing is implausible."

"Every facility is inadequate--the hospitals and schools and the playgrounds are overcrowded, the express highways are feverish, the unimproved highways and bridges are bottlenecks....and there is usually either too much heat or too little. But the city makes up for its hazards and its deficiencies by supplying its citizens with massive doses of a supplementary vitamin: the sense of belonging to something unique, cosmopolitan, mighty, and unparalleled."

"So complete is each neighborhood, and so strong the sense of neighborhood, that many a New Yorker spends a lifetime within the confines of an area smaller than a country village."

"To a New Yorker the city is both changeless and changing."

"At the feet of the tallest and plushiest offices lie the crummiest slums."

"It can destroy an individual, or it can fulfill them, depending on a good deal of luck."

"It carries on its lapel the unexpungeable odor of the long past, so that no matter where you sit in New York you feel the vibrations of great times and tall deeds, of queer people and events and undertakings."







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