"The way I feel about New York, I would go there just to stride about on its free stilts as other people would go to the seaside to be supine. There is urgency and beauty in every breath of it, from the showerbath humidity that drenches it in summer to the lovely murderous moment in winter when a taxi, its tyres humming through the night down the avenue, bursts through one of the pale spectres of steam from a subway grating and rushes on."
Hugh Johnson, Hugh Johnson on Wine
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