’I am innocent; I ampoor; my Ourang-Outang is of great value —to one in my circumstances afortune of itself —why should I lose it through idle apprehensions of danger?

Ordinary assassins employ no such modes of murderas this.

“We must not judge of the means,” said Dupin, “by this shell of an examination.The Parisian police, so much extolled for acumen, are cunning, but no more

Luckily I wore apair of caoutchouc over-shoes, and could move about in perfect silence. At no moment did he seethat I watched him.

Therewere the junior clerks of flash houses—young gentlemen with tight coats, bright boots, well-oiledhair, and supercilious lips.

I looked at the passengers inmasses, and thought of them in their aggregate relations.

e said he would like the job.

ou could play golf there on a k . other golfers on the whole wee end and If there were two calls Robert Hollins the so cou;se, yo~ considered the place crowded," re-empty."

Less than thirty miles from the borders of New York City, the baymen lived in a world that resembled nothing so much as the remote fog banks of Nova Scotia

Everybody is both, although some are more so: guttar players, singers, crowds of darting children, impromptu dancers, ~nbat?­ers, conversers, show-o.ffs, photographers, tourists, and mtXed m with them all a bewildering sprinkling of absorbed readers-not there for lack of choice, because quiet benches to the east are half -deserted. The city officials regularly

City people would have to devote themselves to park use as if it were a business (or as the leisured indigent do) to justify, for ex-~mple, t~e plethora of malls, promenades, playgrounds, parks and m~etermmate land oozes afforded in typical Radiant Garden C1ty schemes, and enforced in official urban rebuilding by strin-gent requirements that high percentages of land be left open.

iffer much within them-selves from part to part, and they also receive differing influ-ences from the different parts of their cities which they touch

he childhood experience that dete · . . . rmmes spatJ 1 practices later develops 1ts effects, proliferates, floods private and pubt spaces, undoes their readable surfaces, and creates within th 1 JC c·t .. h. I" . . epanned J Y a metap onca or moblle ctty, like the one Kandinsky dream d " . . . e of-a great ctty bUilt accordmg to all the rules of architecture and the~ suddenly shaken by a force that defies all calculation.

inally, the fu~ctionalist organization, by privilegin progress .e., time), causes the ;:n triOn o 1 s own possibility-space itself-to be forgotten; space ~ . thus becomes the blind spot in a scientific and political technology.

They seemed to be in New York as I was, on some · definitely extended. leave from wherever they be-longed, disinclined to consider the future, temporary exiles who al ays knew when the flights left for New Orleans or ' Memphis or Richmond or, in my case, California.

I never called, because I did not know how much to tip whoever might come-was anyone ever so young?

all the movies I had ever seen and all the songs I had ever heard sung and all the stories I had ever read about New York

New York will never give you its approval because New York City is too busy being New York City to care about you.

That’s a lie, of course. They were all assholes. Just cranky, angry people.

New York will kick you in the hole, but it will never stab you in the back. It will, however, stab you multiple times right in your face. 

The youth's character has been destroyed, step by fatal step