New York has a trip-hammer vitality which drives you insane with restlessness if you have no inner stabilizer.
What have we to offer the world beside the superabundant loot which we recklessly plunder from the earth under the maniacal delusion that this insane activity represents progress and enlightenment?
Madness is tonic and invigorating. It makes the sane more sane. The only ones who are unable to profit by it are the insane.