Its intellectual conclusions will always be just as unexpected as the squares and street angles that one stumbles on head first.

Its habit of life will be just as weirdly individual as its tangled blocks.

It asks nothing better than to be let alone.

It does not welcome tourists, though it is hospitality itself to wayfarers seeking an open door.

It is the Village, and it will never, never, no _never_ be anything else--the Village of the streets that wouldn't be straight! Janvier, who has already been quoted extensively, but who has written of Greenwich so well that his quotations can't be avoided, says: "In addition to being hopelessly at odds with the surrounding city, Greenwich is handsomely at variance with itself." New York, and especially Greenwich, grew by curious and indirect means, as we have seen.