It is the immensity, I believe. The hugeness of things below. The darkness of dreams. But I am woolgather. Forgive me. I am not a literary man. I had been in need of some lodgings. That was how I met him.
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Nobody's asked the question I've been dreading, so far, the question I have been hoping that no-one would ask. So I'm going to ask it myself, and try to answer it myself. And the question is this: How dare you, an Englishman, try and write a book about America, about American myths and the American soul?
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