Topic: E.B. White
Spectator, The London | 2008-11-06 00:46:24
Why is it that every time I leave New York I die a little? I know it sounds corny, but I do. I suppose it's because it was that first great magic city I came upon after the war. The great beaux-arts and art-deco apartment towers looming in the distance, the magisterial Rockefeller Center and, of course, the noble ...
