MDDM Ch.78: "But Why?" 761.17

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cf:

    "Since I was ten," said Doc, I wanted you
    to take me and Willy to America. I kept
    hoping, ev'ry Birthday, this would be the
    year. I knew next time you'd take us."
    [773.04]

cf:

    Either you have stumbled... onto a secret
    richness and concealed density of dream;
    onto a network by which X number of
    Americans are truly communicating whilst
    reserving their lies, recitations of routine
    and betrayal of spiritual poverty, for the 
    official government delivery system; maybe
    even onto a real alternative to the
    exitlessness, to the absence of surprise to
    life, that harrows the head of everybody
    American you know, *and you too,* sweetie.
    Or you are hallucinating it. Or a plot has been
    mounted against you... Or you are fantasying
    some such plot... [COL49, p170-1, H&R, 1986]