Philosophically, I Don't Like Doing Commercials.

San Franciscans Have A Bond Of Self-satisfaction Bordering On Smugness.

The Precise Location Of Heaven On Earth Has Never Been Established But It May Very Well Be Right Here

A City Is Where You Can Sign A Petition, Boo The Chief Justice, Fish Off A Pier, Gaze At A Hippopotamus, Buy A Flower At The Corner, Or Get A Good Hamburger Or A Bad Girl At 4 A.m. A City Is Where Sirens Make White Streaks Of Sound In The Sky And Foghorns Speak In Dark Grays. San Francisco Is Such A City.

Logic Is No Answer To Passion.

New Yorkers Are Stuck In A Gloomy Mucilage Of Mutual Commiseration.