it’s not, of course, that I don’t want to live in the city. it’s just that I wish the city held in its heart rather than Central or Prospect Parks – those over-trodden, overfilled, over-controlled receptacles of dog walkers and sunbathers – an unspoiled wilderness, full both of deep cold lakes & dense, dying forests and warm rolling hills, their greenery unsurpassed, shafts of sunlight striking them like arrows through the heart.