I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A few months ago, I had the pleasure of actually visiting the Playboy Mansion. I saw the peacocks, fed grapes to the monkeys, and even braved the fabled Grotto. After seeing the estate, I understood why anyone would be reluctant to leave.
They don't have a lot of crime in the countryside other than theft. But every once in a while, things turn ugly, and when they turn ugly, they turn very ugly.
A great emigration necessarily implies unhappiness of some kind or other in the country that is deserted.
The city has become a serious menace to our civilization... It has a peculiar attraction for the immigrant.
I'm not a good tourist, I don't like tourism.
I'm not a good tourist. I don't like walking around and looking at things. I like being in a city and working and finding out how other people live.
I love new cities, and if I haven't travelled for a month, the need to go somewhere starts to gets under my skin.
I'm like a tourist when I'm in London.
Come English Settlement, I had it in my head that I didn't want to tour.
Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.