If We Live Inside A Bad Joke,

I Loved The Audacity Of That American Principle Which Says. When Life Gets Tainted Or Goes Stale, Junk It! Leave It Behind! Go West!

One Classic American Landscape Haunts All Of American Literature. It Is A Picture Of Eden, Perceived At The Instant Of History When Corruption Has Just Begun To Set It. The Serpent Has Shown His Scaly Head In The Undergrowth. The Apple Gleams On The Tree. The Old Drama Of The Fall Is Ready To Start All Over Again.

Democrats Inhabit The Low Shores Of Puget Sound, Mostly On Its Eastern Side, In A Ragged Trail Of Port-cities That Stretches From Bellingham, Close To The Canadian Border, Through Everett, Seattle, And Tacoma, To Olympia, The State Capital, At The Southern End Of The Sound.

All This Piling Up Of One Technology On Top Of Another-railroad On Steamboat, Interstate Highway On Railroad, Hydroelectric Dam On Watermill-had Reduced The Mississippi From A Wonder Of Nature To This Sluggish Canal On The Wrong Side Of The Tracks.

The City Has Always Been An Embodiment Of Hope And A Source Of Feeling Guilt; A Dream Pursued, And Found Vain, Wanting, And Destructive.