American fiction -- 20th century; Manhattan (New York, N.Y.) -- Fiction; Women artists -- Fiction
"Phew!" cried Alfred, "what a sermon you will preach some day, Milt.
You will be a regular turkey-cock of God. Instinct or not, our country
is galloping hellward. Watch. When it was half aristocratic there
was some outward semblance of respect for the government, but today
the individual, and his rights, are both growing less and less. Mob
rules. The melting-pot! What not! We shall never melt the muckers
who are overrunning us. I happen to have a good friend, an abbé from
Luxembourg, little, plump, blond; the typical French abbé of the
18th century. He has a theory. He says: "The first swarm of locusts
ate up the Indians; then came the Irish; and the English and Dutch
disappeared. Followed the Germans, and now the Italians and Slavs. They
have eaten up the native American. The Jews are the last and deadliest
locusts of all; when they finish with America not a green leaf, a blade
of grass, an ear of wheat, will be left in the land." The others were
amused at his earnestness. Surely Alfred was of Jewish descent! Ulick
interposed: "But Alfred you are a Jew. Why do you class them among the
destructive elements? As for the Italians--well, I wish that America
had been completely colonized by them. What a different atmosphere
would be ours. The fine-arts, and the art of living, would be our
heritage instead of our craze for commercialism, not to mention the
growing menace of puritanism." "Don't abuse the Puritans," interrupted
Milt. "They are a misrepresented people. It is their fanatical
offspring who will lay waste America. A moribund branch of Christianity
will attempt to shackle freedom and force its prejudices on a free
people...."
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