Cthulhu, they call me. Great Cthulhu. Nobody can pronounce it right. Are you writing this down? Every word? Good. Where shall I start...mm? Very well, then. The beginning. Write this down, Whateley.
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Nobody's asked the question I've been dreading, so far, the question I have been hoping that no-one would ask. So I'm going to ask it myself, and try to answer it myself. And the question is this: How dare you, an Englishman, try and write a book about America, about American myths and the American soul?
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