I have thought a great deal about the phenomenon of the city, but not at all about the silly slogan 'Miasto, masa, maszyna' ('Metropolis, masses, machine'—a slogan of the Polish avantgarde). I have had occasion to live in very large metropolises, in Paris and New York, but my first city was a provincial capital, barely different, yet different, from a village, and it was that city that supplied the data for my imagination. I can imagine Wilno in its various stages, as I can hardly do elsewhere.
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