George Gissing, The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
In this high summertide, I remember with a strange feeling that there are people who, of their free choice, spend day and night in cities, who throng to the gabble of drawing-rooms, make festival in public eating-houses, sweat in the glare of the theatre. They call it life; they call it enjoyment. Why, so it is, for them; they are so made. The folly is mine, to wonder that they fulfil their destiny.
1.14.10 (tr. H. Rushton Fairclough):
I call him happy who lives in the country; you him who dwells in the city.
rure ego viventem, tu dicis in urbe beatum.