But the supreme horror comes from the Mitch of Timothy Carhart, who seems to bestride — or bestagger — a stage for the first time.

[W]hat / Is this blue wilderness of interminable / Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen / The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden?

The real issue at stake concerned differences in values and norms within cultures and countries, whereby pluralism clashed with uniformism.

Over hill, over dale / As we hit the dusty trail, / And those caissons go rolling along.