American Arcadia Quotes

Do you still have the revolver you were going to shoot me with?” asked the old man on the telephone. “Yes, I have it here.” “How much ammunition?” “No idea. How do I find out?” He explained. In the moonlight, she felt the bulges of the cartridges in the cylinder. “Six,” she said. “And you don’t know how to use it?” “No.” “But you are American.” “Ha-ha.” “If you do as I say, and go about it cleverly, I hope you won’t need it. Unless Cesare Carnevare crosses your path, in which case please be kind enough to shoot him.” “How about the concordat?” He laughed. “Shoot him when no one’s looking.

Yes,” he said. “It is one of the consolations of urban life. A beguiling contradiction: that a narrow wooden box can open on a myriad of wide vistas, tonight Arcadia, tomorrow Rome.” Thorland, Donna (2015-03-03). Mistress Firebrand: Renegades of the American Revolution (p. 34). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Judge Woodward envisioned the new Detroit as an urban Arcadia of interlocking hexagons. Each wheel was to be separate yet united. This dream never quite came to be. Planning is for the world's great cities, for Paris, London, and Rome, for cities dedicated, at some level, to culture. Detroit, on the other hand, was an American city and therefore dedicated to money, and so design had given way to expediency.

Health officials soon traced the outbreak of food poisoning to undercooked hamburgers served at local Jack in the Box restaurants. Tests of the hamburger patties disclosed the presence of E. coli 0157:H7. Jack in the Box issued an immediate recall of the contaminated ground beef, which had been supplied by the Vons Companies, Inc., in Arcadia, California. Nevertheless, more than seven hundred people in at least four states were sickened by Jack in the Box hamburgers, more than two hundred people were hospitalized, and four died. Most of the victims were children. One of the first to become ill, Lauren Beth Rudolph, ate a hamburger at a San Diego Jack in the Box a week before Christmas. She was admitted to the hospital on Christmas Eve, suffered terrible pain, had three heart attacks, and died in her mother’s arms on December 28, 1992. She was six years old.

How much ammunition?” “No idea. How do I find out?” He explained. In the moonlight, she felt the bulges of the cartridges in the cylinder. “Six,” she said. “And you don’t know how to use it?” “No.” “But you are American.” “Ha-ha.” Meyer, Kai (2012-02-14). Arcadia Awakens (p. 375). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

and United Klans began their ascendancy. Back then, the situation deteriorated until the governor had no choice but to order in the National Guard, which managed to halt the descent into chaos. But as traumatic as that era was, the destruction of Tranquility and Arcadia might bring worse. The South—even the nation—is already primed for an explosion. Memphis and Mission Hill saw to that. These arsons (and the bold note claiming them as justified actions) might provide the critical mass required for detonation. But what frightens me most is something less tangible. The common fealty to American ideals—a living principle that survived even the traumatic sixties and seventies—has withered to nothing during the brief span of years since my daughter left home

growing up in one of the perfect regional arcadias of American capitalism, a place more like the grounds of Versailles than the average postwar suburb, and what I had managed to do was invent a romantic justification for precisely the system of social arrangements that had made Mission Hills possible.