Read the excerpt from “How I Live” by Nathaniel Hawthorne. I have been busy all day, from early breakfast-time till late in the
afternoon. It has been a brisk, breezy day, an effervescent atmosphere, and I have enjoyed it in all its freshness,—breathing air which had not been breathed in advance by the hundred thousand pairs of lungs which have common and invisible property in the atmosphere of this great city. My breath had never belonged to anybody but me. It came fresh from the wilderness of ocean. How does Hawthorne most likely feel about city life? NO VERIFIED ANSWER PLEASE
