The feeling I have about America, about the whole continent-flora, fauna, architecture, peoples, customs-is this: nothing vital was ever begun here... nothing of value. As far as I can determine, nothing ever will get started, in this deep, vital sense. They can blow things up to the most colossal proportions, make a network of cities which will obliterate the now intervening countryside-still it will make no difference. It is a horizontal movement-space-filling-and consequently futile.