“… I walk down Broadway, lost in the crowd and the enormous, illuminated billboards. Yes, there is an American tragic. It’s what has been oppressing me since I arrived here, but I still don’t know what it’s made from.”
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“Lost” reverberates here, doesn’t it?
Indeed. And I probably should have pointed out that the quote comes from a notebook Camus kept while on a U.S. lecture tour in 1946.