“Carol Ann, will you take me and Zlottie?”

“There, apparently weighty concepts appear to have great estate and solidity only until you poke up close.”

“It would be fun. I’m teaching me new moves.” Springs in her knees bounced the girl anxiously down and up.

“And then they dissipate into vacant immateriality.

“So we’re going now, right?”

“To unamerican foreigners, for example, we’re all of us Yankees, however transplanted. But to any blood and soil New Englander, a Yankee is some old bachelor farmer on a mountaintop.”