"...God knows, when spring comes to Paris the humbles mortal alive must
feel that he dwells in paradise....it [is] the the intimacy with which
his eye rests upon the scene. It [is] his Paris. A man does not need
to be rich, nor even a citizen, to feel this way about Paris. Paris is
filled with poor people - the proudest and filthiest lot of beggars that
ever walked the earth... And yet they give the illusion of being at
home. It is that which distinguishes the Parisian from all other
metropolitan souls."
-Miller
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