White's New York

In E.B. White's writings on New York the texts almost always marvel observantly at some particular facet of the city's cumulative grandeur. In "Ascension" White is amazed by the magical downward view from the New York Life Insurance Building of the city, in "The New York Garbageman" White is envious of these people and their position as unofficial kings of the city, including their ability to essentially run wild in the streets, in "New York March" White admires the capriciousness of the weather and the burgeoning spring about to seize the city, instilling it with warmth, and in "Walking to Work" White tells us just how wonderful the city can be to the point that he can rarely make it into work on time because he gets distracted by all the shops and interesting things about. Not to say that White doesn't see any faults with New York, but as shown in "Visiting Motorists", even it's faults are derived from the city being such a fantastic place to begin with, such to the point that everyone wants to come here when they have the chance to. I think it's safe to say that White's texts reflect his fondness for New York a great deal.