“Crossing The Street” by EB White was my particular favorite in “The New Yorker” series because it is so easily relatable to every New Yorker, or at least myself. In this story White points out how New Yorkers instinctively know which way to look for oncoming traffic when crossing the street, yet before crossing still always take a quick second to look the other way as well, regardless of the fact that it’s a one-way street. He describes it as “the last sacrifice on the alter of human fallibility” (pg. 196). Not surprisingly, White has induced comedy into his writing to convey the innate characteristics of New Yorkers. In this case, it is their unreasonable distrust towards the “self-inflicted cosmos”, and slightly pessimistic thinking (i.e. that a fire truck will drive down a one-way and “mow down the faithful and meek”). I could’t help but laugh when reading that line.