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A ninteenth-century premonition of Second Life?

CITY of orgies, walks and joys!
City whom that I have lived and sung
in your midst will one day make you illustrious,
Not the pageants of you
—not your shifting tableaux, your spectacles, repay me;
Not the interminable rows of your houses
—nor the ships at the wharves,
Nor the processions in the streets,
nor the bright windows, with goods in them;
Nor to converse with learn’d persons,
or bear my share in the soiree or feast;
Not those—but, as I pass, O Manhattan!
your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love,
Offering response to my own—these repay me;
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.

Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

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