"Then you and I have the New Yorker's outlook on the world," said Nayan cheerfully, but with the understanding that this was a jaded view. Those of the Big Apple shared untrustworthy view of the rest of the world and those who inhabited it. It was a lifestyle of outward callousness with all softness kept inside and unseen, a secret brought into the light in private and never lightly. He smiled. "Once a New Yorker..." he murmured, half joking.