And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good o >>
God how I hate new countries: They are older than the old, more sophis >>
Comes over one an absolute necessity to move. And what is more, to mov >>
Their manners, speech, dress, friendships, -- the freshness and candor >>
The ideal American type is perfectly expressed by the Protestant, indi >>
The American mood, perhaps even the American character, has changed. T >>
America does to me what I knew it would do: it just bumps me. The people charge at you like trucks coming down on you -- no awareness. But one tries to dodge aside in time. Bump! bump! go the trucks. And that is human contact.