There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
A. E. HousmanRead
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the complex nature of American identity, blending innocence with underlying cleverness.
A. E. Housman suggests that, while Americans possess an inherent innocence, there exists a beneath-the-surface cunning that can be quite shrewd. This duality reveals the complexity of human nature and cultural identity, highlighting that what may initially seem innocent can possess layers of strategic thinking and cleverness.
In practice
In a discussion about American culture, one could use this quote to illustrate the dual nature of its people.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
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