A Nice Place to Visit Having heard that Toronto was becoming one of the continent's nobles

A Nice Place to Visit

Having heard that Toronto was becoming one of the continent's noblest cities, we flew from New York to investigate. New Yorkers proud of their city's reputation and concerned about challenges to its stature have little to worry about.

After three days in residence, our delegation noted an absence of shrieking police and fire sirens at 3 A.M. — or any other hour, for that matter. We spoke to the city authorities about this. What kind of city was it, we asked, that expected its citizens to sleep all night and rise refreshed in the morning？ Where was the incentive to awaken gummy-eyed and exhausted, ready to scream at the first person one saw m the morning？ How could Toronto possibly hope to maintain a robust urban divorce rate？

Our criticism went unheeded, such is the torpor with which Toronto pursues true urbanity. The fact appears to be that Toronto has very little grasp of what is required of a great city.

Consider the garbage picture. It seems never to have occurred to anybody in Toronto that garbage exists to be heaved into the streets. One can drive for miles without seeing so much as a banana peel in the gutter or a discarded newspaper whirling in the wind.

Nor has Toronto learned about dogs. A cheek with the authorities confirmed that, yes, there are indeed dogs resident in Toronto, but one would never realize it by walking the sidewalks. Our delegation was shocked by the presumption of a town' s calling itself a city, much less a great city, when it obviously knows nothing of either garbage or dogs.

The subway, on which Toronto prides itself, was a laughable imitation of the real thing. The subway, cars were not only spotlessly clean, but also fully illuminated, So were the stations. To New Yorkers, it was embarrassing, and we hadn't the heart to tell the subway authorities that they were light-years away from greatness.

We did, however, tell them about spray paints and how effectively a few hundred children equipped with spray-paint cans could at least give their subway the big-city look,

It seems doubtful they are ready to take such hints. There is a disturbing distaste for vandalism in Toronto which will make it hard for the city to enter wholeheartedly into the vigour of the late twentieth century.

A board fence surrounding a huge excavation for a new high-rise building in the downtown district offers depressing evidence of Toronto's lack of big-city impulse. Embedded in the fence at intervals of about fifty feet are loudspeakers that play recorded music for passing pedestrians.

Not a single one of these loudspeakers has been mutilated. What's worse, not a single one has been stolen.

It was good to get back to the Big Apple. My coat pocket was bulging, with candy wrappers from Toronto and — such is the lingering power of Toronto — it took me two or three hours back in New York before it seemed natural again to toss them into the street.

"The subway, on which Toronto prides itself, was a laughable imitation of the real thing." What does the author mean by "the real thing"？

A．A subway that is extremely clean and well illuminated.

B．A subway that has a magnificent look.

C．A subway littered with garbage and covered with spray paints.

D．A subway crowded with boisterous children.