So that I don't forget (and because I am cellphoneless)

Berman (1982:146) (talking about Walter Benjamin)

"His heart and his sensibility draw him irresistibly towards the city's bright lights, beautiful women, fashion, luxury, its play of dazzling surfaces and radiant scenes; meanwhile his Marxist conscience wrenches him insistently away from these temptations, instructs him that this whole glittering world is decadent, hollow, vicious, spiritually empty, oppressive to the proletariat, condemned by history"

What a cool way to describe the (contradiction of the) city :-)