The first of these points I have already touched upon in an
earlier chapter--the deathless element of romance that has always had
its headquarters here. Every city, like every brain, should have a
corner given over to dreams. Greenwich is the dream-corner of New
York. Everyone feels it. I found an old article in the _Tribune_
written by Vincent Pepe which shows how the romance of the
neighbourhood has crept into bricks and stone and even the
uncompromising prose of real estate.
"Each one of these houses in the Village is from
seventy-five to one hundred years old," writes Mr. Pepe (he
might have said a hundred and fifty with equal accuracy in a
few cases), "and each one of them has a history of its own,
individually, as being one of the houses occupied by someone
who has made American history and some of these houses have
produced some of our present great men.
"New York has nothing of the old, with the exception of
those old Colonial houses and for this reason we are trying
to preserve them.
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