There Are Those, I Know, Who Will

The Infantile Cowardice Of Our Time Which Demands An External Pattern, A Nonhuman Authority.

Democracy Is Never A Thing Done. Democracy Is Always Something That A Nation Must Be Doing. What Is Necessary Now Is One Thing And One Thing Only, That Democracy Become Again Democracy In Action, Not Democracy Accomplished And Piled Up In Goods And Gold.

The American Mood, Perhaps Even The American Character, Has Changed. There Are Few Manifestations Any Longer Of The Old American Self-assurance Which So Irritated Dickens. Instead, There Is A Sense Of Frustration So Perceptible That Even Our Politicians Have Attempted To Exploit It.

Wildness And Silence Disappeared From The Countryside, Sweetness Fell From The Air, Not Because Anyone Wished Them To Vanish Or Fall But Because Throughways Had To Floor The Meadows With Cement To Carry The Automobiles Which Advancing Technology Produced. Tropical Beaches Turned Into High-priced Slums Where Thousand-room Hotels Elbowed Each Other For Glimpses Of Once-famous Surf Not Because Those Who Loved The Beaches Wanted Them There But Because Enormous Jets Could Bring A Million Tourists Every Year - And Therefore Did.

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