The typical New Yorker is always in such a hopeless hurry to make his fortune that he is impatient of small things in every relation of life," Sanborn observes. "He has no time to eat and drink like a civilized being—witness the barbarous noon-lunch counter and the still more barbarous bar. He has no time for the little courtesies which go to make up manners; for the reading and reflection conducive to culture; for edifying conversation in which no 'promoting' is involved; for discrimination between comely splendor and vulgar display; for the whole-souled expansiveness which is the zest of good-fellowship ... The Londoner is said to take his pleasures sadly. The New Yorker takes his hurriedly, as if—rush is so much second-nature with him—he were anxious to get them off the docket as expeditiously as possible. In short, he has no time to live a well-rounded life. He uses up so much energy in getting together a heap of dollars that he has no energy left for living. And yet he looks down upon the Latin as an inferior, and pronounces him a decadent because he holds that 'work is for life, not life for work." http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2015/02/revisiting-new-york-after-paris/384765/?utm_source=SFFB