Quing-Jao: I am a slave to the gods, and I rejoice in it. Jane: A slave who rejoices is a slave indeed.

The American cultural scales were teetering, with the stable orthodoxy of WASP assumptions being challenged by the unwashed hordes of immigrants, African Americans, and working-class people along with intellectual and aesthetic developments broadly known as “the modern.” Ragtime would help tip the scales.

The people who live happily ever after - they don't appear in the history books. They just fade away. I reckon that's what happiness is.  Pauline Foster - " The Ballad of Tom Dooley ", Sharyn McCrumb, p. 271

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