"For a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair. The medications helped, too, I thought, sir."

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Every returning New Yorker asks the question: Is this still my city? I have a ready answer, cloaked in obstinate despair: It is. And if it's not, I will love it all the more. I will love it to the point where it becomes mine again.

— Gary Shteyngart