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So, here he is walking into the American post office in Paris to
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pick up his mail: Yet walking into the American
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Express office one harshly gray midsummer afternoon,
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I was forced to admit that this active,
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so disquietingly cheerful
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horde struck the eye at once as a unit.
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At home I could have distinguished patterns, habits,
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accents of speech with no effort whatever.
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Now, everybody sounded, unless I listened hard, as though
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they had just arrived from Nebraska.
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At home I could have seen the clothes they were wearing,
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but here I only saw bags, cameras,