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第47章 让生命在书香与自然中升华 17（第1页）

第47章让生命在书香与自然中升华（17）

AlthoughNewYorkoftenimpartsafeeliforlornnessorforsakeseldomseemsdeadorunresourdyoualwaysfeelthateitherbyshiftingyourloblocksyourfortunebyfivedollarsyouexperieion。Manypeoplewhohavenorealindependenceofspiritdepey'stremendousvarietyandsourentforspiritualsustenandmaintenanorale。Irythereareafewcesofsuddeion—ashiftiher，perhaps，orsomethingarrivinginthemail。Butihedless。Ithinkthatalthoughmanypersonsareherefromsomeexcessofspirit（whichcausedthemtobreakawayfromtheirsmalltowoo，areherefromadeficyofspirit，whofindinNerote，oraitution。

ThereareroughlythreeNewYorks。Thereis，first，theNewYorkofthemanorasborakesthecityfrantedassizeanditsturbuleuralaable。Sed，thereistheNewYorkoftheuter—thecitythatisdevouredbylocustseadspatouteaight。Third，thereistheNewYorkofthepersonwhowasbornsomewhereelseaoNewYorkiofsomethihreetrembliilegreatestisthelast—thecityoffiiohatisagoal。ItisthisthirdcitythatatsforNewYork'slight-strungdispositioieios，anditsinparableats。utersgivethecityitstidalrestlessivegiveitsolidityanduity，butthesettlersgiveitpassioisafarmerarrivingfromItalytosetupasmalltowninMississippitoescapetheindignityofbeingobservedbyherneighbors，orabfromtheBelttinhissuitdapainimakesnodifference:eachabsorbsNewYorkwiththefresheyesofaurer，eaeratesheatandlighttodwarfthesolidatedEdisonpany。

&eristhequeerestbirdofall。Thesuburbheinhabitshasalityofitsownawhereheesatday'sendtogottosleep。Exrarecases，themanwholivesitleeanedworksinNewYork，disuchaboutthecityexceptthetimeofarrivalaureoftrainsahepathtoaquich。Heisdesk-bound，andhasnever，idlyroaminginthegloaming，stumbledsuddeowerinthePark，seesrisesheerfromthewaterofthepond，andtheboysalongtheshforminnows，girlsstretegligentlyoherocks;hehasneveresuddenlyonanythingatallinNewYorkasaloiterer，becausehehashadrains。HehasfishedinManhattan'swalletanddugoutsbuthaseoManhattan&#，neverawakesm，neverdroppedofftosleepinitsnight。About400，000menandwomenegontotheislandeachweekdaym，outofthemouthsoftubesamanyamongthemhaveeverspentadrowsyafternoorustlingoakehereadingroomofthePublicLibrary，withthebookelevator（likeanoldwaterwheel）spewingoutbooksoheytendtheirfurheBowery，thefiresthatburninoildrumsoernights。TheymayworkinthefinancialdistritowheextravagantplantingsofRockefellerter—thedaffodilsahsaheflagstrimmedtothewindonafineminspring。OrtheymayworkinamidtownoffidmayletawhroundwithoutsightingGovernorsIslandfromtheseawall。Theuterdieswithtremeohiscreditbutheisnorover。Hisentrasaremoredeviousthanthoseinaprairie-dogvillage，andhecalmlyplaysbridgewhileburiedihebottomoftheEastRiver。TheLongIslandRailRoadaloymillioyear，butmahesamefellhissteps。

&errainofNewYorkissuchthataresideravelsfarther，ihanauter。IrvingBerlin'sjourneyfromCherryStreetiSidetoaownwasthroughanalleyandwasonlythreeorfourmileiitwaslikegoiimesaroundtheworld。