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“the writer E.B White put it most eloquently when he said that there are three New Yorks.

The first is the New York of the native New Yorker, who takes the city for granted, and the second is the New York of the commuter, who sees it as a necessary pit-stop he needs to make every day.

The third, however, is “the New York of the person who was born in 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,” he wrote in 1948.

Whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neigbours, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: Each embraces New York with the intense excitement of the first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.”