“New York isn’t big at all,
it’s little. . . . It’s just this one little village, even Times Square, even
Beekman Place, repeated over and over hundreds and thousands of times. Little hamlets. All nestled up against each other, people
stay in them the way they do in villages.
You see if you live in one, they’re there. But the effect is of one great big terrifying
city, a big, immense, full-spectrum, rattling, teeming place. But it isn’t. It’s just—villages. But we don’t
know. We say New York and shake in our
shoes.”
(A few months after I got back home in Portland, Oregon, I read a piece
in Harper’s magazine or somewhere that said practically the same thing, only
sparklingly and with say-so like a high intelligence.)
--From Ardyth's memoir New York on Five Dollars a Day
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