Capital

"The man from Pest. We cannot say the man of the capital, because any other European capital is a buzzing point of vitality for the nation. But where is Hungarian life bubbling in Budapest? Let us look at Paris, London, or just next door Vienna: Austrian air, Austro-German inhabitants; in architecture, German artlessness; in customs, German honesty; warmth; families visit each other; they come in groups to restaurants and theatres. Is the air in Pest Hungarian? Is the image of the streets Hungarian? Do you see something in the buildings that has a Hungarian soul? Listen to their speech, watch their movements, watch their politeness. The lack of herd instinct. Every man is a separated soul. When they meet, you see no joy on their faces, In their conversation the inner soul is silent; Farewell hands are not warm."