Our Philadelphia - Elizabeth Robins Pennell - Bog

"[...]a hellish stench, he no doubt was, and never for a moment lose their tempers. This serenity-this "still strength"-is as the poles apart from the phlegmatic, constitutional slowness of the Dutch in New York or, on the other hand, from the tranquillity Henry James traces in progressive descent from taste, tradition, and history, even from the philosopher's calm of achieved indifference, and Friends, having carried it to perfection in their own conduct, left it as a legacy to their town. THE SCHUYLKILL SOUTH FROM CALLOWHILL STREET THE SCHUYLKILL SOUTH FROM CALLOWHILL STREET The usual American town, when it hustles, lets nobody overlook the fact that it is hustling. But[...]."