"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the Earth all one's lifetime."
From The Innocents Abroad
Lee went on, "That's why I include myself. We all have that heritage, no matter what old land our fathers left. All colors and blends of Americans have somewhat the same tendencies. It's a breed - selected out by accident. And so we're overbrave and overfearful - we're kind and cruel as children. We're overfriendly and at the same time frightened of strangers. We boast and are impressed. We're oversentimental and realistic. We are mundane and materalistic - and do you know of any other nation that acts for ideals? We eat too much. We have no taste, no sense of proportion. We throw our energy about like waste. In the old lands they say that we go from barbarism to decadence without an intervening culture. Can it be that our critics have not the key or the language of our culture? That's what we are, Cal - all of us. You aren't very different."
From East of Eden by John Steinbeck, 1952
By Margarite Tuchardt
February 12, 2005
Your heart? It is frozen --
inside it is a tangle of tundra
and shadows of icebergs colliding
promising adventure to women who see it
My heart is a bruised plum,
its veins intertwined and pulsing,
over extended, waiting for
one final last squeeze
What a shock it is to know
The heart can stop beating for
Lack of love - or winters frost
My tears heal my heart
Like the rough pink tongue of my cat
lapping at my fingers in early morning.
Hear a clip of my voice
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