Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies
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I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.