"At a point that he knew by instinct and by the shape of the buildings surrounding the park, he struck out on a steep path overgrown with trees, and climbed a short distance until he reached the clearing that led to the hill. Before him stretched upward, and above it the brilliant sky, and beyond it, cloudy, and far away he saw the skyline of New York...here arose in him an exultation and a sense of power, and he ran up the hill like an engine, or a madman, willing to throw himself headlong into the city that glowed before him..."
-James Baldwin (Go Tell It on the Mountain, 1952)