Go where we may, rest where we will,
Eternal London haunts us still.”
Thomas Moore

New York, like London, seems to be a cloacina [toilet] of all the depravities of human nature.
Thomas Jefferson

Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone
so many.
T.S. Eliot