The Dec. of Ind. is like a tin can tied to a dog's tail. Neither dog nor America have the know-how to get rid of it; every step taken reminds the dog and Americans that it is there, and the faster you run the louder it rattles and bangs.
What Eleanor Roosevelt wrote about happiness in one of her My Day newspaper columns is more wise, more accurate, than what Thomas Jefferson wrote in the whole goddamned Dec. of Ind. The P.o.H. is the soul, "the animating principle" of America. I wish that weren't so.
What Eleanor Roosevelt wrote about happiness in one of her My Day newspaper columns is more wise, more accurate, than what Thomas Jefferson wrote in the whole goddamned Dec. of Ind. The P.o.H. is the soul, "the animating principle" of America. I wish that weren't so.
