If sometimes there seems to be a sort of sameness of sound in The New Yorker, it probably can be traced to the magazine's copydesk, which is a marvelous fortress of grammatical exactitude and stylish convention.
E. B. WhiteI am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. "Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.
E. B. WhiteNo matter what changes take place in the world, or in me, nothing ever seems to disturb the face of spring.
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