Love the noise and the constant hustle and bustle of big cities. The continuous motion requires the observation of manners. The robber, for example, to view all human activity, think involuntarily which is a scoundrel, and this cheerful image in motionmight improve your decadent nature and ruined. The Bohemian feel perhaps more modest and thoughtful when he sees all the productive forces, and the corrupted says possibly yourself, when you jump in the eyes the docility of the masses, which is nothing more than a miserable guy, stupid and vain, who only knows how to ufanarwith pride. The big cities they teach, educate, and not with stolen doctrines to books. There's nothing here of academic, what is glib, because the accumulated knowledge robs us the courage.

And then there's both encouraging, supporting and help. We can hardly say it. How hard is a living expression to what is refined and good. We thank our modest lives,we are always a little grateful when we're pushed, when we're in a hurry. Who has time to splurge don't know what time means, is by nature an ingrate. In large cities any errand boy knows the value of time and no Paperboy wants to lose your time. And everything in this dream of painting and poetry. People are in a rush and push us.This has a meaning, it excites, it puts the mind in movement alive. When we hesitated for a moment already passed 100, hundreds of things over your head and eyes, and realized so clearly as bums and slugs. Here everyone has haste, because everyone thinks every time it would be good to fight for something and get it. Life gets a magnificent breath. The wounds and pains are deeper, the joy of joy is more joyful and sustainable that elsewhere, because who here feels cheerful thinks always have ithard and fairly for the work deserved and fatigues.

Robert Walser, in "Jakob von Gunten"