"There are roughly three New Yorks.
There is, first the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and 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 the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in a quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last - the city of the final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York's high-strung disposition, it's poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements.
There is, first the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and 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 the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in a quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last - the city of the final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York's high-strung disposition, it's poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements.
-- E.B. White, Here is New York, 1949
As a former citizen of the "third city," I have to say I couldn't have said it better myself, Mr. White.
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