Wednesday, July 29, 2009

This almost made me cry

There are roughly three 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 size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. 

Second, there is the New York of the commuter--the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. 

Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. 

Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last--the city of final destination, the city that is a goal.  It is this third city that accounts for New York's high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements.  Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.
-E.B. White


nerak said...

Um, that's kind of perfect. Love it.

Debbie said...

I love it except it being YOUR final your mommalita

Ashley said...

Love it! and its soooo true!!!