section which I am about to discuss.

Now, I never lived on Mars----

You know "Sunday stories" in the newspapers are continually bringing a
gentleman resident on Mars to marvel, with his fresh vision, at the
wonders of this world.

As I say, I never lived on Mars, but, what amounts to the same thing in
this case, perhaps, I did live all of my New York life, up to a short
time ago, below Forty-second Street. I gathered from reading and
conversation that there were districts of the city above this where
people dwelt and went about their daily affairs, just, I supposed, as
fish do at the bottom of the ocean, and beasts in the jungle. But I
knew that I could not breathe at the bottom of the ocean, nor be
comfortable in the jungle.

However, it's this way. The person to whom I am married declared that
she could not live below Forty-second Street; said that that was not
done at all, nobody "lived" below Forty-second Street. So the matter
was settled. I moved "uptown." Of course, by stealth I continue to
visit the neighbourhood of Gramercy Park, as a dog, it is said, will
return to that which is not nice.

The beauties and the advantages of the region in which I now live have
been pointed out to me. It is quite true that everything hereabout is
new and "clean." Here the streets are not infested by "old bums" as
those are in that dirty old downtown. Here one is just between the
beautiful Drive on the one hand and our handsome Central Park on the
other. Here there is fresh air. Here Broadway is a boulevard, and,