"I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, / Whereupon lo! Up sprang the aboriginal name. / Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, (…) / The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form'd, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes, (…) / the most courageous and friendly young men, City of hurried and sparkling waters! city of spires and masts! City nested in bays! my city!" (From Mannahatta by Walt Whitman).