“They were learning that New York had another life, too — subterranean, like almost everything that was human in the city — a life of writers meeting in restaurants at lunchtime or in coffee houses after business hours to talk of work just started or magazines unpublished, and even to lay modest plans for the future. Modestly they were beginning to write poems worth the trouble of reading to their friends over coffee cups. Modestly they were rebelling once more.”
Malcolm Cowley, Exile’s Return: A Literary Odyssey of the 1920s
Quotes about coffee: “They were learning that New York had another life …”
