He Passes on the Good Word

The Americans, I said,
Are the kindest people in the world,
The most excitable,
The most juvenile.
The men are unaware of philosophy,
The women are unaware they are unaware of philosophy,
But the young girls …
And while I was talking
I heard with annoyance
My grand-nephew whispering,
“I must visit America.
I never heard the old statesman so eloquent.”
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