It used to be that one could say something about the American character. They were brash, arrogant and charming, oblivious with facility, daring and bombastic, ignorant but crafty. They had a character, and a national flag. They were patriots. They were Great, even if they failed at being good. Whatever their state got up to seemed to be an extension of the people, who were, at once, a single organism, despite the dividing lines of race and class, which seemed more like the colours in a marble pillar than what they appear to be now; the unstuck pieces of an ill-considered plasterwork.
Where have all the Americans Gone?
Where have all the Americans Gone?
Where have all the Americans Gone?
It used to be that one could say something about the American character. They were brash, arrogant and charming, oblivious with facility, daring and bombastic, ignorant but crafty. They had a character, and a national flag. They were patriots. They were Great, even if they failed at being good. Whatever their state got up to seemed to be an extension of the people, who were, at once, a single organism, despite the dividing lines of race and class, which seemed more like the colours in a marble pillar than what they appear to be now; the unstuck pieces of an ill-considered plasterwork.