Thursday, August 5, 2010

So Beautiful

O God! O God! We have been an exile in another land and a stranger in our town. The mountains were our masters: they went home to our eye and our heart before we came to five. Whatever we can do or say must be forever hillbound. Our senses have been fed by our terrific land, our blood has learned to run to the imperial pulse of America which, leaving, we can never lose and never forget. We walked along a road in Cumberland, and stooped, because the sky hung down so low; and when we ran away from London, we went by little rivers in a land just big enough. And nowhere that we went was far: the earth and the sky were close and near. And the old hunger returned - the terrible and obscure hunger that haunts and hurts Americans, and that makes us exiles at home and strangers wherever we go.

~ Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

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