Chapter 1. She adored this city. She idolized it all out of proportion...no, make that: she romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To her, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. Er, tsch, no, missed out something.
Chapter 1. 'She adored the City. To her, it was a metaphor for the decay of contemporary culture. The same lack of individual integrity that caused so many people to take the easy way out was rapidly turning the town of his dreams in ...' No, that's a little bit too preachy. I mean, you know, let's face it, I want to sell some books here.
Apologies to Woody Allen. I loved Manhatten.
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