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Viewed from the canyon's high rim, the dam looks too small to create, as it will, a patch of mottled green land nearly as big as Connecticut. But all modern irrigation dams look small when compared with what they do. They accomplish their ends by geographical judo, playing on the weaknesses of their rivers...
Some of his entries are almost hiccuping with raw poetry. In Bryce Canyon he saw: "A million wind-blown pinnacles of salmon pink and fiery white all fused together like stick candy-all suggestive of a child's fantasy of heaven . . ." In Salt Lake City he let loose a hot blast at Mormonism: "The harsh ugly temple, the temple sacrosanct, by us unvisited, unvisitable, so ugly, grim, grotesque, and blah . . . Enough, enough, of all this folly, this cruelty and this superstition-into the white car now and out of town." But what the Mormons had done with the countryside...
...Take It Easy!" Huge and untidy in a rumpled brown suit, Wolfe reminded his companions of a "big, awkward bear." When the beer and liquor flowed, he was anything but bearish, but as the white Ford bounced down steep canyon roads he kept bawling to the driver, "Take it easy!" Crossing Montana towards the end of the trip he saw "suddenly-the tops of the great train lined with clusters of hoboes-a hundred of them-some sprawled out, sitting, others erect, some stretched out on their backs lazily inviting the luminous American weather . . . and the 'bos roll past...
...theater. Its 365 random essays, one for each day of the year, touch on everything from New York's subways ("Hogs get better care in transit") to tax collectors ("We have submitted to the despotism of contrivers, bullies, informers and crooks") ; from Times Square ("This slovenly canyon") to Russian drama and literature ("Stalin's success in destroying them is one of his mightiest achievements. No man of ordinary strength could wreck so much national genius...
...moved off, the city's great towers-which stood clean and glowing under a bright blue sky-resounded to a flowing torrent of sound. At the tip of Manhattan it increased. Ships and tugs lent their whistles to the din. Then, lower Broadway -the financial district's Canyon of Heroes -began to resound to the clop of police horses, the crash of brass bands, as paraders moved out to lead MacArthur a mile; to City Hall. History's greatest fall of paper, ticker tape and torn telephone books (2,850 tons) cascaded down, filling the street ankle...