But　whatever　it　means；　it　is　a　rather　rare　gift；　and　I　believe　it　has　a　positive　effect　on　the　creative　capacities　of　New　Yorker—for　creation　is　in　part　merely　the　business　of　forgoing　the　great　and　small　distractions。

Although　New　York　often　imparts　a　feeling　of　great　forlornness　or　forsakenness；　it　seldom　seems　dead　or　unresourceful；　and　you　always　feel　that　either　by　shifting　your　location　ten　blocks　or　by　reducing　your　fortune　by　five　dollars　you　can　experience　rejuvenation。 Many　people　who　have　no　real　independence　of　spirit　depend　on　the　city’s　tremendous　variety　and　sources　of　excitement　for　spiritual　sustenance　and　maintenance　of　morale。　In　the　country　there　are　a　few　chances　of　sudden　rejuvenation—a　shift　in　weather；　perhaps；　or　something　arriving　in　the　mail。　But　in　New　York　the　chances　are　endless。　I　think　that　although　many　persons　are　here　from　some　excess　of　spirit　（which　caused　them　to　break　away　from　their　small　town）；　some；　too；　are　here　from　a　deficiency　of　spirit；　who　find　in　New　York　a　protection；　or　an　easy　substitution。

There　are　roughly　three　New　Yorks。　There　is；　first；　the　New　York　of　the　man　or　woman　who　was　born　here；　who　takes　the　city　for　granted　and　accepts　its　size　and　its　turbulence　as　natural　and　inevitable。　Second；　there　is　the　New　York　of　the　muter—the　city　that　is　devoured　by　locusts　each　day　and　spat　out　each　night。　Third；　there　is　the　New　York　of　the　person　who　was　born　somewhere　else　and　came　to　New　York　in　quest　of　som