<br>Well, I did cite a very good source that describes the river in detail. He says it was quite impressive. His sources are dozens of primary documents. <div><br></div><div><br></div><div><span></span><br>On Thursday, August 22, 2013, Markekohut wrote:<br>
<blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex"><div dir="auto"><div>Paterson, of Williams' long poem, was built around part of the Passaic ( 80 miles long I learn) and there is The great Falls and, as a pynchonian resonance, maybe, it was exploited early and deeply to make industrialism work. <br>
<br>Sent from my iPad</div><div><br>On Aug 22, 2013, at 5:41 PM, alice wellintown <<a href="javascript:_e({}, 'cvml', 'alicewellintown@gmail.com');" target="_blank">alicewellintown@gmail.com</a>> wrote:<br>
<br></div><blockquote type="cite"><div><br>Right. I get it. So you think P has fucked up or what? Is it just a little joke? Titilating allusion don't you think? <div><br></div><div>Btw, in Trans-Atlantic, a novel I like ver much, though I dislike Douglass, we hear run river run...and all manner of allusive stuff that springs up from a choppy hoppy prose style. He is best on the Irish, on words and meanings, weak when he has the lass in Manhattan. </div>
<div><br></div><div><span></span><br>On Thursday, August 22, 2013, wrote:<br><blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex"><font color="black" face="arial"><font>The point is that the Passaic, under the best circumstance, would not provoke awe and wonder. There are reasons it's not known as the Mighty Passaic.</font><br>
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Seems to be the point, that it is almost impossible for us to imagine the Passaic as it once appeared to those first Europeans, just as it was nearly impossible for Carraway / Fitzgerald to imagine the LI Sound as it appeared to the early explorers. The Passaic was much wider, it's forests thick, and so on. See _History of the Passaic and its Environs_ Vol. 1 <br>
William Winfield Scott. For a look at The Sound, see _A Fine piece of water, Andersen.
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<div>So what has happened to our capacity to wonder as the natural beauty of he Earth has been deminished?<span></span></div>
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</span></font>On Wednesday, August 21, 2013, wrote:<br>
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<font color="black" face="arial"><font>As one who grew up in a town on the mighty river's bank, I can say he certainly has the correct example of water polluted by industry. But I can't imagine anyone at any time feeling on the edge of possibilities sailing up the Passaic River. Now the Hackensack ... </font><br>
<div style="font-size:10pt;font-family:helvetica,arial"><blockquote style="border-left:2px solid blue;padding-left:3px">“and for maybe a minute and a half she feels free—at least at the edge of possibilities, like whatever the Europeans who first sailed up the Passaic River must have felt, before the long parable of corporate sins and corruption that overtook it, before the dioxins and the highway debris and unmourned acts of waste.”</blockquote>
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