“George often wondered how many people in the city realize how much the life of the great city meant to him and countless others like him; how, long ago in little towns down South, there in the barren passages of night, they listened to the wheel, the whistle, and the bell; how, there in the dark South, there on the Piedmont, in the hills, there by the slow, dark rivers, there in coastal plains, something was always burning in their heart at night – the image of the shining city and the North.”

We passed Manhattan this morning on a beautiful flight back from NC. Every time I pass it, I'm reminded of Wolfe's The Web and the Rock, and the truth there within. Especially since he was a North Carolinian.