But the soul of Central Park is not for you.
Once upon a time there was a Central Park.

The approaches to it were along sedate avenues or by restful side streets.

When the Park was reached there were donkeys to ride, and donkey-boys, highly amusing in their cynicism and worldly knowledge, in attendance.

The "rock-work" caverns were in fancy of an amazing vastness, and the abode of goblins, elves, gnomes, enchanted knights, persecuted princesses--all the creatures of delightful Fairyland.

A certain dark, winding, apparently endless tunnel was the Valley of the Shadow of Death of John Bunyan's allegory.