Our first meeting was at an obscure library in the Rue Montmartre, where theaccident of our both being in search of the same very rare and very remarkablevolume, brought us into closer communion. We saw each other again and again.

Still all were distinguished by a certain soddenswarthiness of complexion, a filmy dimness of eye, and pallor and compression of lip. There weretwo other traits, moreover, by which I could always detect them;

By far the greater number of those who went by had a satisfied business-like demeanor, andseemed to be thinking only of making their way through the press.

For some months I had been ill in health, but was nowconvalescent, and, with returning strength, found myself in one of those happy moods which are soprecisely the converse of ennui—moods of the keenest appetency, when the film from the mentalvision departs

Increasingly, the eyes of the city's masses-and of the reformers in-terested in providing parks for iliem-were turning to the east. The east was Long Island

Parks had always been a concern of reformers who were fond of referring to the need for "breathing spaces for the slums" or "lungs for the city," and the agitation for increased respiratory facilities in New York-generally for playgrounds in low-income areas-had been long and insistent. But other reform causes had been pressed with more urgency. With so

Bin, like the English be, stems from the Indo-Germanic bheu, as does the Latin fui (I have been) and the Greek plum (I come to light, grow, engender). But these words also give rise to the German word bauen, to build.

The city is subject to transformation and reinscription by the changing demographic, economic, and psychological needs of the body. Bodies “reinscribe and project themselves onto their sociocultural environment so that the environment both produces and reflects the form and interests of the body”

Pedestrians, in effect, tell urban stories through their movements. A multitude of intertwined paths and detours weave the urban fabric. They give their shape to spaces and weave together places in ways that potentially transgress, from within, the abstract map imposed from above by the panoptic gaze and administrative strategies of corporate and government interests

space organised by the spatial order

Struggle, motherfucker. Hustle. Fail, fail again, fail until you forget what succeeding is, and then, on your deathbed, as you’re full of rotten phlegm and regret, you can look back and crack a smile that you won a couple, and survived everything else.

The only personal journey New York is interested in is the one that ends with you paying your yearly city income tax

Winter and New York have been at war for centuries

"One of the indige-nous characters who has figured long in our journals, courts and cities, is 'the Confidence Man'; his doings form one of the staJes of villainy, and an element in the romance of roguery. Countless are the dodges att~ibuted to this ubiquitous personage."

Men there are, who, without a pang or gleam of remorse, will coolly wait for character to rot, and health to sink, and means to melt, that they may suck up the last drop of the victim's blood.

The moment the inexperienced youth sets his foot on the side-walk of the city, he is marked and watched by eyes that he never dreamed of.

I began to cherish the loneliness of it, the sense that at any given time no one need know where I was or what I was doing.

I recall waiting in one of them to watch an astronaut go into space, waiting so long that at the mo-ment it ctually happened I had my eyes not on the television screen t on a cockroach on the tile floor.

"New faces," he said finally, "don't tell me about new faces." It seemed that the last time he had gone to a party where he had been promised "new faces," there had been fifteen people in the room, and he had already slept with five of the women and owed money to all but two of the men.