On New York, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Over the great bridge, with sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Peachy Deegan's most favorite author ever