There are three roughly New Yorks. There is , first,
the New York of the man or woman who was born there,
who takes the city for granted and accepts its sizes, its
turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is
the New York of commuter-the city that is devoured by
locusts each day and spat each night. Third, there is the
New York of the person who was born some where else and
came to New York in quest of something....commuters give
the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and
continuity; but the settlers give it passion.
E. B. White (1899-1985): Here is New York.
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