That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.
That's the one trouble with this country: everything, weather, all, hangs on too long. Like our rivers, our land: opaque, slow, violent; shaping and creating the life of man in its implacable and brooding image.
The writer in America isn't part of the culture of this country. He's like a fine dog. People like him around, but he's of no use. . . .
This is a free country. Folks have a right to send me letters, and I have a right not to read them.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories