Then what does Walt go and do?
He “says-does” this:
City of hurried and sparkling waters! city of spires and masts!
City nested in bays! my city!
The madcap aboriginals are long gone, but before they ever did go, probably they would have declaimed Walt as a freak, albeit a super freak. On the other hand, the aboriginals could hear Walt, as if in a transfixed superblast of liberty, fraternity, and egality, calling their name, or whatever,
Mannahatta— city of so many!
Spam of Human Affection 
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