“[I]f you ask people who have some choice in the
matter why they live in a particular neighborhood, one answer they will give is
that they ‘like to walk.’ Walking is a universal form of exercise, not
age—oriented or bound to any national heritage, and costs and implies nothing
except maybe a tolerant heart. Like other sports, it calls for a good eye as
well as cheerful legs—those chunky gluteus muscles that are the butt of
mankind’s oldest jokes—because the rhythm of walking is in the sights and one’s
response as much as simply in how one steps.” —American essayist-novelist
Edward Hoagland, "City Walking," New
York Times Book Review, June 1, 1975, collected in Heart's Desire: The Best of Edward Hoagland: Essays from Twenty Years (1988)
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