In America, any man who is not a reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell.
In a dream, we are simply confronted with various loaded symbols, and where one is exhausted, it gives way to another.
Oh,Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.
...an everlasting funeral marches round your heart.
The structure of a play is always the story of how the birds came home to roost.
Whoever is writing in the United States is using the American Dream as an ironical pole of his story. People elsewhere tend to accept, to a far greater degree anyway, that the conditions of life are hostile to mans pretensions.