I may be what they call an old soul. Cringeworthy though the term may be, I am no doubt persuaded by Woody Allen and Martin Scorsese&rsquos films to try and find ways to go back to the boroughs of New York City. Graham Greene&rsquos description of the Brighton of the &rsquo30s and Joyce&rsquos wanderings through Dublin make me pine for events whose places and eras I am several times removed from.

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