Wilder, Thornton. Afternoon. From 'Talk of the town'. In : New Yorker ; vol. 35, 23 May (1959).
We are approaching the house – the House the Bridge Built. The Bridge of San Louis Rey, what is. I live on a heap of dirt pushed down by an icecap from the North. Look at that odd red cliff there ! I call I our Dolomite, and it has come all the way from the North on an icecap. (Bounding out of car, up winding rustic stairway, and into dark wooden house, don't ask how) Much China-iana here. My father was a consul in China.
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