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There is the Paris sadness, which is that of satiety and reaction, and the Viennese, which is that of Strauss. / There is the Bostonian, which is commercial literary; and the New Yorkian, which is blague commercial—yet no bad spirit withal—and the Philadelphian, which is peculiar in being without a peculiarity, which moveth silently, divineth unutterable things within itself, and behaveth decently,—a very commeil faut sort of sadness! / These are the varieties of sadness, pertaining to each city.

The editor of perhaps the most widely read magazine issuing from the metropolis was recently asked, “Is your magazine read much in New York city itself?” / “Oh, yes,” he answered, “but we are more popular in the United States.” The answer was indicative. New York is not American. It is merely New Yorkian. And the New Yorker is beginning to know it and to regret it.

Let me conclude that TAS [The Absolute Sound] is a good product, even if it is sometimes difficult to understand for people who aren’t fluent in any of the New Yorkian languages, including American and Audio Latin.

The inescapable Beaux Arts style, the many monuments by McKim, Mead & White, the white brick 1960s behemoth apartment blocks towering above modest brownstone houses; French gothic chateaux, Italian Renaissance palazzi, sham Louis XVI furbelowed facades flaunt themselves next to restrained Georgian-style town houses; baroque-faced churches, prim Puritan places of worship, elaborate synagogues are jumbled next to turreted fantasies, vast apartment blocks, gleaming mirrored office skyscrapers. It’s all utterly New Yorkian.

Mr Hollis tells me that Bute has established a Jesuit in a school at Kensington and has sent two of his younger children to be educated by him, and had made Barron … send two of his. He thinks with me that the late Act of Parliament respecting New York most tyrannical and hopes the honest New Yorkians will not submit to it, but will draw their swords in defence of their Liberty.

What pity it is that the New Yorkian of that honourable body should make them so blind to real interest as not to prefer the first city on the finest river in the most respectable state in America, to a parcel of buildings, confusedly situated on a pitiful island which has neither ice in winter to protect it, nor force in summer sufficient to prevent Congress and all their papers being carried off by pirates.

A minister of the Lutheran Church in America, Dr. Van Deusen, a native New Yorkian, has served with the Lutheran Council since 1944.

In fact, the Californian or Ohioan or New Yorkian who lands a No. 4 plate on her all-terrain minivan is much more likely to survive the transition with her insanely sped up driving habits than the one who actually has to brake for a cow every now and then in Ravalli County.