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Wells, H. G. (Herbert George), 1866-1946

"Secret Places of the Heart"


I allow it's a recent revival. The United States has been like one of
those men you read about in the papers who go away from home and turn up
in some distant place with their memories gone. They've forgotten what
their names were or where they lived or what they did for a living;
they've forgotten everything that matters. Often they have to begin
again and settle down for a long time before their memories come back.
That's how it has been with us. Our memory is just coming back to us."
"And what do you find you are?"
"Europeans. Who came away from kings and churches-@-and Corinthian
capitals."
"You feel all this country belongs to you?"
"As much as it does to you." Sir Richmond smiled radiantly at her. "But
if I say that America belongs to me as much as it does to you?"
"We are one people," she said.
"We?"
"Europe. These parts of Europe anyhow. And ourselves."
"You are the most civilized person I've met for weeks and weeks."
"Well, you are the first civilized person I've met in Europe for a long
time. If I understand you."
"There are multitudes of reasonable, civilized people in Europe."
"I've heard or seen very little of them.
"They're scattered, I admit."
"And hard to find."
"So ours is a lucky meeting.


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