third summer book done

I got this book out of the library when my daughter asked if I had read it. 
1949: hot summer essay E.B. White wrote and it gives a looming picture
of the Big Apple. It is very short and as always White's giftedness with language
comes off the page to the heart.

“A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning. The city is like poetry: it compresses all life, all races and breeds, into a small island and adds music and the accompaniment of internal engines. The island of Manhattan is without any doubt the greatest human concentrate on earth, the poem whose magic is comprehensible to millions of permanent residents but whose full meaning will always remain elusive.” 
― E.B. White, Here Is New York