Fitzgerald

"Full of vaunting pride the New Yorker had climbed here and seen with dismay what he had never suspected, that the city was not the succession of canyons that he had supposed but that it had limits--from the tallest structure he saw for the first time that it faded out into the country on all sides, into an expanse of green and blue that alone was limitless. And with the awful resignation that New York was a city after all and not a universe, the whole shining edifice that he had reared in his imagination came crashing to the ground. That was the rash gift of Alfred E. Smith to the citizens of New York."
F. Scott Fitzgerald, "My Lost City"
August 3, 1994