From the top of the Empire State Building, everyone says, people walking around on the street look like little ants.
I’ve been wandering in Manhattan today, and you know what? The people don’t really look like little ants.
They look like people, who have their own public charms and warts, and private hopes and anguishes, just like the ones that you have, the ones that I have.
But don’t you think that, from the White House, we just look like little ants?