“There is a hotel on Broadway that has not yet been discovered by summer resort lovers. It is wide and cool .. Its rooms are decorated with dark oak, cold even in the midday heat .. Winds of home-made and dark green hedges give him all the delights of the Adirondack Mountains without their inherent inconveniences. No climber is allowed to taste the serene joy that a person feels when climbing his wide stairs or under the watchful eye of an experienced guide, with his chest planted with copper buttons, dreamily carried up in one of the elevators, exactly in the funicular cabin .. The local cook prepares such a trout that you can not try even in the White Mountains of Nevada, his lobsters and other gifts of the sea will make the Old Point Comfort green with envy ("Oh, damn me, sir!"), and venison from Maine could soften the official heart of the senior forester ... "